Fiddler's MoneyDora Malech
Thimblerigged with baby's milk teeth. Sleight-of-hand and switched to swindle. Stuffed ballot-box with finger cymbals. Quite a clatter morning after. Stuck out a tongue and it froze to the fulcrum. Now, sotto voce: Holy flagellum. Cut the baloney. You and what army? Don't fret, hollow body, broke in the flail.
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