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Come November 1st, many of these will be found smashed on sidewalks
I'm a food made of flour, water, and yeast or another leavening agent, mixed together and baked. You need me to make a sandwich.
This type of tempting cuisine is independent of utensils and usually tastes better than it sounds.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.
It's a symbol and a fruit, For man's folly, evil's root. But also for great inspiration, and famous application.
I can only be played on a windy day