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A farmer, a leader, a man so true, I once held office in red, white, and blue. From peanuts to policies, I made my stand, working for peace across the land. Who am I?
Southern beats, a funky sound, from Georgia’s streets, we shook the ground. A duo strong with lyrics tight, we changed the game and took flight. Who are we?
I tell stories big, I tell them bold, from plays to movies, my empire is gold. In Atlanta I built my creative space, a name in film, I’ve made my place. Who am I?
Wings in the sky, I fly worldwide, Atlanta’s my home, I take you for a ride. First-class service or seats in the back, a trip with me keeps you on track. What am I?
Bringing the news from near and far, I show the world just how things are. Live and direct, I tell the tale, with headlines breaking without fail. What am I?
A meal at midnight, a stop on the road, golden squares where coffee is flowed. Breakfast all day, a menu so wide, a Southern tradition served with pride. What am I?
Hammers, nails, and tools galore, step inside, find what you’re looking for. My orange logo is easy to see, from floors to roofs, come shop with me. What am I?
A cow’s advice, a chicken in play, I close on Sundays, but not every day. My sandwiches are famous, my sauce is too, drive through my doors, and I’ll welcome you. What am I?
Born in a lab with bubbles so bright, I bring refreshment with every light bite. My red-and-white label is known worldwide, in Georgia’s capital, I take great pride. What am I?
A street that speaks of battles won, where leaders marched, their work not done. A history rich with voices strong, in Georgia’s heart, they still belong. What am I?
Wide front porches, columns so tall, stories of old still fill these halls. A glimpse of the past in Southern embrace, where history lingers in time and place. What am I?
A festival grand for a veggie so sweet, in Georgia’s soil, it’s quite the treat. Music, contests, and flavors so fine, all for an onion that’s one of a kind. What am I?
Deep in the marsh where the gators play, whispers of spirits still drift away. A land of legends, eerie and deep, where moss-covered secrets forever sleep. What am I?
Lights dance high on a mountain tall, a glowing display that wows them all. History shines in colors so bright, filling the sky with magic at night. What am I?
A sea of red, a thunderous cheer, Saturdays here bring passion and fear. From Athens they march, loyal and proud, chanting their anthem ever so loud. What am I?
A smile so warm, a welcome so bright, in this Southern land, we treat folks right. A friendly hand, a door held wide, kindness here is worn with pride. What am I?
A beat so strong, a flow so tight, this city’s sound shines day and night. From Outkast to Future, the legends grow, where the South’s rhythm continues to flow. What am I?
With fur so white and eyes so keen, I lead the pack where red is seen. A stadium roars when I take my place, the pride of a school, a familiar face. What am I?
A green fairway, a prize so grand, champions dream of this jacket in hand. In Augusta each spring, the best take their swing, hoping to claim a golf legend’s ring. What am I?
A drink with fizz and cherry cheer, Southern folks hold me dear. Though not from here, I still belong, a Carolina treat with Georgia’s song. What am I?
I start off green but crisp and firm, fried to gold, I twist and turn. A Southern snack that’s tangy and bright, with crunchy goodness in every bite. What am I?
Potatoes, corn, and sausage too, tossed in a pot, a feast for you. With seafood fresh and flavors so bold, I’m a coastal dish that never gets old. What am I?
From ocean waves to Georgia’s shore, I’m fresh and tasty, you’ll ask for more. Served in a boil or grilled just right, my shell conceals a seafood delight. What am I?
I’m brewed in the South, both strong and sweet, poured over ice, the heat I defeat. Sip me slow or gulp me fast, my refreshing taste will always last. What am I?
A spread so creamy, a color so bright, slather me thick, and you’ll get a bite. On crackers or bread, I shine the best, in Georgia’s kitchens, I’m put to the test. What am I?
An unusual mix, but don’t turn away, sweet and nutty in a fizzy display. Some say it’s odd, some say divine, take just one sip, and you’ll know it’s mine. What am I?
Doughy and soft, with broth so deep, a dish so warm, it lulls you to sleep. Mixed with a bird, it's classic and grand, a Southern hug in the palm of your hand. What am I?
Found by the road or at a fair, salty and soft, I’m a snack to share. Crack me open, I’m warm and neat, a Georgia favorite that you can eat. What am I?
A mix of meats and veggies combined, slow-cooked to perfection, hearty and kind. A Southern tradition, so rich and so true, one spoonful will surely comfort you. What am I?
Born in a bottle, famous worldwide, bubbly and brown, a refreshing ride. In Atlanta I started, now loved everywhere, you’ll find me at picnics, in movies, and fairs. What am I?
Grown in the ground with layers so thin, the sweetest of all, where should I begin? You won’t shed a tear when slicing me right, I make meals delicious, a chef’s delight. What am I?
Golden and juicy, a Southern delight, baked until bubbly, a warm, sweet bite. Topped with a crust or a crumble so neat, served with some ice cream, a comforting treat. What am I?
Silver scales that fight so strong, A battle of patience, sometimes long. In Boca Grande, I test your skill, A legendary catch, a fisherman’s thrill. What am I?
The crack of the bat, the warmth of the sun, A league where the season has just begun. Teams train here before their fight, In Florida’s fields, the future is bright. What am I?
Answer: Spring training baseball (Grapefruit League)
I light up the sky with fiery might, Blasting off into the night. With countdowns loud and crowds so vast, A journey to space is here at last. What am I?
Fairways stretch both far and wide, In the Sunshine State, pros take pride. A golfer’s dream, a perfect game, Where courses bring eternal fame. What am I?
Two days a year, the divers dash, For crustacean gold in waters splash. A Floridian feast, a catch so rare, A seafood thrill beyond compare. What am I?
A slithering guest, not welcome here, I hunt the swamps when they appear. An invader fierce, with scales so tight, The Everglades fight to set things right. What am I?
A cavern deep with waters blue, Where ancient springs reveal the view. With tanks and fins, I take the leap, Exploring secrets cold and deep. What am I?
With mask and fins, I take the dive, In waters where the reefs come alive. Colorful fish and coral so bright, Beneath the waves, a dazzling sight. What am I?
A battle so fierce, a wrestle so bold, A Seminole test of courage untold. With jaws that snap and scales so rough, Taming a beast that’s strong and tough. What am I?
I leap and spin above the waves, With playful moves the ocean craves. A Floridian sight, so sleek and grand, I travel in pods, never on land. What am I?
Gentle and slow, I drift with ease, Floating through rivers, warm as a breeze. A sea cow to some, but graceful and free, Protected in waters where I long to be. What am I?
Tall and strong, I sway with grace, By sandy shores, I hold my place. My fronds reach high, my roots stay deep, In Florida’s land, my stance I keep. What am I?
My scent is sweet, my petals white, I bloom where sunshine feels just right. A citrus kiss floats in the air, In Florida’s breeze, I dance with flair. What am I?
I prowl through forests, sleek and rare, A golden coat, a piercing stare. Florida’s wild, I call my home, Through swamps and trees, I freely roam. What am I?