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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
Five horses follow me to war, all the horses but I didn't.
It's a symbol and a fruit, For man's folly, evil's root. But also for great inspiration, and famous application.
This food is a Thanksgiving tradition.
This crisp stick-shaped roll is often enjoyed with soup or marinara sauce.
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.