One Big Automatic Spreader

Ironic sarcasm and sarcastic irony are woven into my shock frock as both personal space repellents and teaching tools with little prickers all over them. For Lent, I will give up grabbing the "wrong" ends when defending against ash holes and moles and maybe voles. Is it an honorable Lenten ideal?
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Not cool, but mostly aplomb calmney
As if he never had a moms momney
Never contemplated the kids' promney
While drumbeating the war tomtomney
And hawking the unsmart bombney
He's the mitten man romromney.
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Dear Arizona Book Banner, Please ban ALL of the books, not just some of them. Thank you.
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Hoo hoo wants to give up hating for Lent?
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Once he reads his own biography, Rick Under the Couch, he will begin to comprehend that his attempts to spread it around with manure sticks and a rubber glove, continually fall at least 2 feet short. Perhaps then he can exchange his obsolete tools for one big automatic spreader.