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Your Clouds, judged be it pickled or disdain Have mostly trained your canaries to think Whether to ruffle more Feathers; Then feign Those Truest Notes dipped; And begroom your Mink For who could solve what your Tampered Mind spies Then translates such Harvest for a Desert To Good Sense cheer; From Truth becomes a Lie With Random Calls ring your Body to advert And whilst you do, any Cause to forget Those Taped Pioneers who endured your Phase Pray for your Interview; And chance to beget Which Startled Sweets was the Sweetest at base. Yet still Occupied to that Video owned Belittle what Possum's Cry now reknowned.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - SEVENTY-SEVEN - TOM DALEY
Your Clouds, judged be it pickled or disdain Have mostly trained your canaries to think Whether to ruffle more Feathers; Then feign Those Truest Notes dipped; And begroom your Mink For who could solve what your Tampered Mind spies Then translates such Harvest for a Desert To Good Sense cheer; From Truth becomes a Lie With Random Calls ring your Body to advert And whilst you do, any Cause to forget Those Taped Pioneers who endured your Phase Pray for your Interview; And chance to beget Which Startled Sweets was the Sweetest at base. Yet still Occupied to that Video owned Belittle what Possum's Cry now reknowned.
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