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Why pucker the Doll which does not puck back Was what they told me through the Window Pane A-thinks they see Clear, keen on what they Lack The Gauntlet needed to smash such Glass again That dare you cut your Friend's supposed Line Just because he saw the Animals play They are only Plastic; And Air inside A Harmless Chapter your Youth needs today Do you think I will Sing? And rend your Shame, Whose Salary you know I won't enjoy Good Lord, Man! Why must you label my Name Like those Land Sharks who bite you out of Joy? What do you need to tie the Ribbon Blue That is your Colour; That should have been you.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FOURTY-EIGHT - TOM DALEY
Why pucker the Doll which does not puck back Was what they told me through the Window Pane A-thinks they see Clear, keen on what they Lack The Gauntlet needed to smash such Glass again That dare you cut your Friend's supposed Line Just because he saw the Animals play They are only Plastic; And Air inside A Harmless Chapter your Youth needs today Do you think I will Sing? And rend your Shame, Whose Salary you know I won't enjoy Good Lord, Man! Why must you label my Name Like those Land Sharks who bite you out of Joy? What do you need to tie the Ribbon Blue That is your Colour; That should have been you.
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Mar 11, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
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