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Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
This dish consists of a rolled tortilla with a filling typically of beef or chicken and served with a chili sauce.
I'm a small sweet cake, typically round, flat, and crisp. I come in a variety of flavors from chocolate chip to oatmeal raisin.
Why was the cook arrested?