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Somber at ease flip these Nasty Bumps Pock your attempt to the Artist's Sphere invade Enriched you are; Would circle-fold your lumps Ask for abstinence and friendships evade Power to you, transpose another Elf Make renaissance to your just-hidden craft Which mentioned, at three-digits-four by self Enhance her Feelings more suited to draft Spice, the Lady's palette. Just like the Man Exploit his gutted weakness satisfy You know your parts; Lay ingredients you can More of your Flair and less of salsify. To know one's Zest, the Taster Bud's enrump An Open Womb; Or bid each other up.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY ONE - TOM DALEY
Somber at ease flip these Nasty Bumps Pock your attempt to the Artist's Sphere invade Enriched you are; Would circle-fold your lumps Ask for abstinence and friendships evade Power to you, transpose another Elf Make renaissance to your just-hidden craft Which mentioned, at three-digits-four by self Enhance her Feelings more suited to draft Spice, the Lady's palette. Just like the Man Exploit his gutted weakness satisfy You know your parts; Lay ingredients you can More of your Flair and less of salsify. To know one's Zest, the Taster Bud's enrump An Open Womb; Or bid each other up.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
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