Lies Grow
It was laid upon the table
The filthy, horrendous lie
The liar began to believe it
Every time that he walked by
It never sat there idly
It grew and grew and grew
The liar spiced it up a bit
With similar lies he knew
Once too large for the table
The lie was embellished and split
The more the liar defended it
More additional lies were spent
The liar became credible
His untruth, how it could fly
Now no one would ever doubt him
No, he was an "honest" guy
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