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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
Both peaches and a certain couture have this in common.
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed and thought delicious?
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
This is a baked snack that is traditionally twisted into a unique knotlike shape.
What language does a billboard speak?