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Father. Mine and Yours. Both Oil Lamps at zest Managed to hone our Characters throughout Mine the Prime Wisdom; Yours his Water's Best Both total Great Hearts we can't live without So why do we Fight? If Reason betrays And later picks our Spoils scattered by War And who gets Hurt? Those caught between the Leys Where supposed Joy must settle by far Yes I am aware you find it Funny To exploit your Gift and choose to Ignore Is that your Model? Where your Harmony Took some Chopsticks and plucked out those who bore. Remember him again. And read his Lines On Words which matter; And Self you define.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FOURTY-TWO - TOM DALEY
Father. Mine and Yours. Both Oil Lamps at zest Managed to hone our Characters throughout Mine the Prime Wisdom; Yours his Water's Best Both total Great Hearts we can't live without So why do we Fight? If Reason betrays And later picks our Spoils scattered by War And who gets Hurt? Those caught between the Leys Where supposed Joy must settle by far Yes I am aware you find it Funny To exploit your Gift and choose to Ignore Is that your Model? Where your Harmony Took some Chopsticks and plucked out those who bore. Remember him again. And read his Lines On Words which matter; And Self you define.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
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