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A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,