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A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
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?
I'm a food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. You need me to make a sandwich.
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