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It produces a flower but it is not its fruit; it produces branches which are its fruit.
If it weren't for these, no one would be aware of Idaho's existence.
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.
It nukes food at the touch of a button.
This orange vegetable is a favorite of Bugs Bunny
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.