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The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
Ketchup's slightly less popular brother.
A wonderful elixir, It is your fluid fixer. Gulp it down and turn like a concrete mixer. Dark as night and sweet as sin, It's like liquid heroin.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What language does a billboard speak?