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Render, and then Pill the Argonaut dead Was such my Foul Plan most likely to Moot So dissect I did; And Confess instead To Tad Boot's Purpose breach this Hurl to boot Which you, Kilowatt, continue to Shock Even if such Current flows to displace You have your Viziers; And your Writers lock To Salt your Sweetness from such lone Disgrace Till come to Senses I wired Respect Which one must detect his Saint's Boon Relief Or the Aghori - whom out of Defect Drank morbid fluids from his skull's belief. Worry not, Sir. Soon my Feisty Tea dissolve Then let Others flavour to your Absolve.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND NINE - TOM DALEY
Render, and then Pill the Argonaut dead Was such my Foul Plan most likely to Moot So dissect I did; And Confess instead To Tad Boot's Purpose breach this Hurl to boot Which you, Kilowatt, continue to Shock Even if such Current flows to displace You have your Viziers; And your Writers lock To Salt your Sweetness from such lone Disgrace Till come to Senses I wired Respect Which one must detect his Saint's Boon Relief Or the Aghori - whom out of Defect Drank morbid fluids from his skull's belief. Worry not, Sir. Soon my Feisty Tea dissolve Then let Others flavour to your Absolve.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
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