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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.
I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.
It nukes food at the touch of a button.
When do you start when itβs red but stop when itβs green?
This is a pancake restaurantI am a kangaroo
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?