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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?
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
I'm a dish of ground meat formed into a loaf shape, mixed with egg and breadcrumbs, then baked or smoked
Both peaches and a certain couture have this in common.
I have three feet but no arms or legs