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Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
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.
What has a spine, tail, and leash but isn't a dog?
The epic tale of two women battling over a sparkly pair of shoes.
Never swallowed but certainly chewed, tossed in the mouth but it is not food. What is it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?