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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
It's a symbol and a fruit, For man's folly, evil's root. But also for great inspiration, and famous application.
Delicious but said to be a lie.
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.