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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
If you take off my skin, I will not cry, but you will. What am I?
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
This is variety of pasta formed in narrow tubes, often mixed with cheese powder
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?