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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
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.
This food is made of grated potatoes smashed together and fried in the form of a tot.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
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.
What is round, has a twin, and sees more than most?
Food
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?