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It still takes me awhilst to Sense your Name With such Plus-Speeches curry to a Song Yet ask if I - stopper the Current - same, I wonder how many Words will last for long Or Syllables, in your own Hands depend With Numbered Cycles ask Keys for those Locks Perhaps we Run - and Combination amend Or affix those Cargoes left at the Docks Demand it so, or leave a Martyr's Plaque Which at Risk shed the Janner's Blood portend Else dull the Banker; Then add his Funds lack To decode his Wealth so long been Content. Merry-be-Jolly, which Virtue discerns The Olive still Grows; The Student still Learns.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE - TOM DALEY
It still takes me awhilst to Sense your Name With such Plus-Speeches curry to a Song Yet ask if I - stopper the Current - same, I wonder how many Words will last for long Or Syllables, in your own Hands depend With Numbered Cycles ask Keys for those Locks Perhaps we Run - and Combination amend Or affix those Cargoes left at the Docks Demand it so, or leave a Martyr's Plaque Which at Risk shed the Janner's Blood portend Else dull the Banker; Then add his Funds lack To decode his Wealth so long been Content. Merry-be-Jolly, which Virtue discerns The Olive still Grows; The Student still Learns.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
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