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The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet, how you miss me when I have flown. What Am I?
I am the book one can never finish reading
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?