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Many people confuse me with a vegetable, but I'm actually a fruit. I'm red when I'm ripe, and I'm sliced and served on burgers.
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?
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
Five horses follow me to war, all the horses but I didn't.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.