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These are the bumpy parts of your digits
It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
I'm a long curved fruit that grows in clusters and has soft pulpy flesh and yellow skin when ripe.
It flavors your food and divides the year up. What is it?
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?