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A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
What is this Mexican dish consisting of a fried folded tortilla, filled with various mixtures, such as seasoned meat, beans, lettuce, and tomato?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?