Not Tomatoes

Brown, round, dirty

Might be curvy

Hand picked

Quite perfect

Is never alone

Can make you moan

Goes with head

Can be red

Sliced

Or diced

Wedged

On the edge

Stuffed

Is a must

Soak, Fry, Baked

With Steak

Potatoes

Oh what would I ever do without you

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