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Hark! Bestow my Rival Literates bare Yet Gold must be their Sincerities take For that I Praise; Souls pawn and cast my Ware With Finer Pens sketch him a better Shape Shape, you say? That which a Mother would spend For treble hours sum her Nine Month's Due On such Degree, parallel his Roman bend Then insert your name what you both can do For some - Himself; For others - Family, Two Royal Themes which will always write-out And in-between - your Life and Sanity, Two Mouthful Memes which cannot win this Bout. The Master-of-the-Miniscule dabs his Paint Whilst the Mistress-of-the-Glass wipes his Saint.
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE - TOM DALEY: TO ALL HIS FANFIC AUTHORS AND ARTISTS
Hark! Bestow my Rival Literates bare Yet Gold must be their Sincerities take For that I Praise; Souls pawn and cast my Ware With Finer Pens sketch him a better Shape Shape, you say? That which a Mother would spend For treble hours sum her Nine Month's Due On such Degree, parallel his Roman bend Then insert your name what you both can do For some - Himself; For others - Family, Two Royal Themes which will always write-out And in-between - your Life and Sanity, Two Mouthful Memes which cannot win this Bout. The Master-of-the-Miniscule dabs his Paint Whilst the Mistress-of-the-Glass wipes his Saint.
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
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