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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
What is eaten by man, served among many, grown by many, and white as snow?
Come November 1st, many of these will be found smashed on sidewalks
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
What do you call bread that has been browned in a small electric oven until it is crispy?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?