I grow in bunches on a vine, Most are sweet and taste just fine, Crush me down and let me ferment, And soon I'm part of something elegant, When news travels far from ear to ear, You might say you heard it through somewhere near, I'm a small ball, coloured purple, green or red, Don't drink too much or I'll go to your head.

Last four seal a vow Together, cats chase it, meow Makes a cello sing And holds together a broken thing

One hides two, two hides five, Three hides four, it's no lie. We sound like Eden, when doubled up; More than two, then use a cup. If by chance you seek, then throw, The serpent sees when we meet low. Advantage gained, when we meet high, But separate us and we die.

Sticky situations often arise when Apple pies in disguise crusted crab Crabapple pie I cannot lie it's never wise to monopolize your poop tract

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