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My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole I’m best when I am roast.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
I’m a word, six letters long; I sometimes enter with a gong. All in order from A to Z, I start with the letter B. What is the word?
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.