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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
A box without hinges, key, or lid yet golden treasure inside is hid. What is it?
Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
I have in me potatoes my name is semeler to a day
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.
What language does a billboard speak?