Incongruities, tellsMagus Magnus
Range stares down, a toy horse’s nifty mane Deranged Imposing Force Sing to the curious, red apples to green apples Farce be it to take you, the remote control or “clicker” First for controlling Posing the answers Trite Tripe Aura of intellectuality, but—incongruities Lovely tells There Stick it to the truthiness Bling for your dollar, a red plastic whistle Bring hollow hours to Blink forth the categories of giftwrap Stripe your deceit Stripes bareback conscience Auric for glory-mongering, olive green figurine of a soldier with hand grenade Ill with wonderful credible creditable Ill-gotten grins, grants, groans Fleck to the gap, toothy Stink prestige Block range, oranges to toy horses’ manes Stanch the questioning You’re golden.
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