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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.
Lynn likes grapes but not potatoes. She likes squash but not lettuce, and she likes peas but not onions. Following the same rule, will she like pumpkins or apples?
I'm a lot like a pancake, except I'm a little crisper, and I'm square, with square patterns all over.
What food goes on and on without a beginning, middle, or an end?
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?
What is always coming but never arrives?