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Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
It's the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
You can hold it without using your hands or your arms. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?