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I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around. What am I?
My first is a heir; My second's a snare; my whole is the offspring of fancy; which I sent out of play upon Valentine's day As a token of love to my Nancy.
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
you cannot keep me until you have given me
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?