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What is bought by the yard by is worn by the foot?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I hide but my head is outside.
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?