When toasting I rise, I'm shattered when I fall I can fit in your hand, Or be on the wall. I can sit on your face To make things more clear, Or travel great distances To make things look near. What am I ?

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I am a stationary storm, Whose spinning teeth rewrite the form. I crush the many into one, And vanish when the melding's done. What am I?

I speak of allegiance without a sound, Bound to a mast high above the ground. Remove my first letter, a gamer's deep woe, I dance in the gale when the high winds blow. What am I?

The boy who cried wolf kept winning at poker. What are you buying with the winnings? somebody asked. That's simple, the boy replied, I'm gonna hire a new...