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For this gourmet style of meal you'll need a pot and some pointy sticks.
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
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What am I?