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That Ladies compound such Prime Beauty's Field As Aramaic known one Pure Language be So would I jest to your Harmless Conceal And Mark our Saviour with such Blasphemy Yet through His Cross beg this Honourable Save Though by the Wheel my Allegiance despite His Universal Hand; Blow kisses to your knave Then her Just Hugs cause Rebellion incite And now? If that Editor shall you Heed And ferment every Nuggish Word he writes Would we say ****** As Osama indeed Laughed his Grand Project of Onerous Sprites. Still my Heart plants; Yet blast those Berry-Boons Too seeded for my Taste though fit for Raccoons.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO - TOM DALEY
That Ladies compound such Prime Beauty's Field As Aramaic known one Pure Language be So would I jest to your Harmless Conceal And Mark our Saviour with such Blasphemy Yet through His Cross beg this Honourable Save Though by the Wheel my Allegiance despite His Universal Hand; Blow kisses to your knave Then her Just Hugs cause Rebellion incite And now? If that Editor shall you Heed And ferment every Nuggish Word he writes Would we say ****** As Osama indeed Laughed his Grand Project of Onerous Sprites. Still my Heart plants; Yet blast those Berry-Boons Too seeded for my Taste though fit for Raccoons.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
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