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Strive to Listen. Thus convert what we hear If Articles alone were your Sharp Cause Even I, sore as a Horner's Thumb fear What sordid News would take my Heart to pause May be just as well; Though tempted to peek Ask my Frivolities from your State feed Such Real Illusion; Of Poisoned Scents reek Take your Summed Profile more than I would need And as I have told - at least by Bob's Bay Ask once more the Whitened Baby preserve For his Dark Water; Un-Succumb the Day And wipe his Flannel he so much deserve. Such is Behaviour. Balanced by Degree The same which I bind the Demon in me.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE - TOM DALEY
Strive to Listen. Thus convert what we hear If Articles alone were your Sharp Cause Even I, sore as a Horner's Thumb fear What sordid News would take my Heart to pause May be just as well; Though tempted to peek Ask my Frivolities from your State feed Such Real Illusion; Of Poisoned Scents reek Take your Summed Profile more than I would need And as I have told - at least by Bob's Bay Ask once more the Whitened Baby preserve For his Dark Water; Un-Succumb the Day And wipe his Flannel he so much deserve. Such is Behaviour. Balanced by Degree The same which I bind the Demon in me.
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