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Coneys, that they Breed succulent for Stew Break this Measure from their Kind populate As such with my Heart; Bred moments for you Learn to Love my Mortal Self abdicate Why this Fragged Lesson chose these Ducts to Weep When Frilliment's Time corks better with Age Subtracting your Smile; Which Bisanity deep Extracted a Loony from that of a Sage Tripe, it seems, that my constricting Decide To leave my Bells ringing for your Enrouse Such god you are; Deaf to Heaven's subside And Dive past Sentimentals to your House. And what House it was deserving as Home Twill bet you prefer my Mouth shouts alone.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR - TOM DALEY
Coneys, that they Breed succulent for Stew Break this Measure from their Kind populate As such with my Heart; Bred moments for you Learn to Love my Mortal Self abdicate Why this Fragged Lesson chose these Ducts to Weep When Frilliment's Time corks better with Age Subtracting your Smile; Which Bisanity deep Extracted a Loony from that of a Sage Tripe, it seems, that my constricting Decide To leave my Bells ringing for your Enrouse Such god you are; Deaf to Heaven's subside And Dive past Sentimentals to your House. And what House it was deserving as Home Twill bet you prefer my Mouth shouts alone.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
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