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Dear Child of the Flesh your Sacrifice pure All for your Push to this High-End Pursuit Numb your Aware its Ending Line demure Purge all these Benefits from your Wanted Fruit Though of Age, still Raw your Seeds germinate Whilst Roasting the Lamb these Hawks fly to bite When the Dharmapala's Warnings come too late Then disrupt his Program for Full Life despite Still by this Wish for Superstition's Core Your Full-Circled Tale many still Subscribe That by Virtue in Truth your Life accord Such Plombs do seep as True Friendship imbibe. Courage at least, your Preteen Age devise As these Merchants still Exploit your Advise. ‬
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO - TOM DALEY
Dear Child of the Flesh your Sacrifice pure All for your Push to this High-End Pursuit Numb your Aware its Ending Line demure Purge all these Benefits from your Wanted Fruit Though of Age, still Raw your Seeds germinate Whilst Roasting the Lamb these Hawks fly to bite When the Dharmapala's Warnings come too late Then disrupt his Program for Full Life despite Still by this Wish for Superstition's Core Your Full-Circled Tale many still Subscribe That by Virtue in Truth your Life accord Such Plombs do seep as True Friendship imbibe. Courage at least, your Preteen Age devise As these Merchants still Exploit your Advise. ‬
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
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