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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
Remove the outside cook the inside eat the inside throw the outside
What has a green top, red on its belly, seeds on the outside, and tastes great in jelly?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?