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One so Young as to inspire Relief Yet in my Terms he sought to disobey Which, after all, Authority as brief Drag those Arid Racers spit for the day The Ocean warms. One the Spoon cannot stir Since your Recipe in Past News remit Harboured by Fortiments made such Themes blur And braised Emotion to your Benefit Now the Angel speaks. And speaks on the Rough Submitting her summed Haloes for your Shield That, deserving, made Plastic on your Rough And caused the Tabloids to Honour your Field. Coward! Take the Rod and hamper my Back For Manhood you own; And Conscience you lack.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY - TOM DALEY
One so Young as to inspire Relief Yet in my Terms he sought to disobey Which, after all, Authority as brief Drag those Arid Racers spit for the day The Ocean warms. One the Spoon cannot stir Since your Recipe in Past News remit Harboured by Fortiments made such Themes blur And braised Emotion to your Benefit Now the Angel speaks. And speaks on the Rough Submitting her summed Haloes for your Shield That, deserving, made Plastic on your Rough And caused the Tabloids to Honour your Field. Coward! Take the Rod and hamper my Back For Manhood you own; And Conscience you lack.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
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