Drupe
In botany, a drupe (or stone fruit) is an indehiscent fruit in which an outer fleshy part (exocarp, or skin; and mesocarp, or flesh) surrounds a shell (the pit, stone, or pyrene) of hardened endocarp with a seed (kernel) inside. These fruits usually develop from a single carpel, and mostly from flowers with superior ovaries (polypyrenous drupes are exceptions). The definitive characteristic of a drupe is that the hard, "lignified" stone (or pit) is derived from the ovary wall of the flower—in an aggregate fruit composed of small, individual drupes (such as a raspberry), each individual is termed a drupelet and may together form a botanic berry.
Other fleshy fruits may have a stony enclosure that comes from the seed coat surrounding the seed, but such fruits are not drupes.
Some flowering plants that produce drupes are coffee, jujube, mango, olive, most palms (including date, sabal, coconut and oil palms), pistachio, white sapote, and all members of the genus Prunus, including the almond (in which the mesocarp is somewhat leathery), apricot, cherry, damson, nectarine, peach, and plum.
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We Were Children
by: TribesIt was a day like today
A Sunday afternoon
When they took you away
Down to Hades in a shopping trolley
With a magazine and a suitcase
They stole your clothes
I took your watch
I couldn't look you in the eyes
Why is it always those you love the most
You criticise?
Say oh no stranger
You're just like me
These things happen
We were children
In the mid-90s
Say oh no stranger
You're just like me
We get older
They get younger
It was you or me
We stood there
Throwing ice cream in your hair
Oh I solemnly swear
It's the thing I life I regret the most
Leaving you standing there
And if you asked me
I'd pull my eyes out
And when I woke up blind
If you forgave me I would sleep at night
Knowing I've led a good life
Say oh no stranger
You're just like me
These things happen
We were children
In the mid-90s
Say oh no stranger
You're just like me
We get older
They get younger
It was you or me
Learning how to keep living
Oh no stranger
You're just like me
These things happen
We were children
In the mid-90s
Say oh no stranger
You're just like me
We get older
They get younger