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To move in Reflex, as Earth and Air kiss Sport Water to fare that Steel Jungle cool And stunningly Ritual; One I dare miss Bid the Twinkle-Toes and harped like a Fool Fools. So saturated yet most reserved That a Semaphore my Loose Restraints such To feature my Craft; Though Elements conserved And leave you Two free to hone your fine lot Figures. That Speech slumber by your instinct Yet left me asking which Equation true Amongst your limbs - flip Angles by distinct Then shaped the Art and Miracle as you. Quite expected, though not in such Degree With her in-waiting, as I chop a Tree.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE - TOM DALEY
To move in Reflex, as Earth and Air kiss Sport Water to fare that Steel Jungle cool And stunningly Ritual; One I dare miss Bid the Twinkle-Toes and harped like a Fool Fools. So saturated yet most reserved That a Semaphore my Loose Restraints such To feature my Craft; Though Elements conserved And leave you Two free to hone your fine lot Figures. That Speech slumber by your instinct Yet left me asking which Equation true Amongst your limbs - flip Angles by distinct Then shaped the Art and Miracle as you. Quite expected, though not in such Degree With her in-waiting, as I chop a Tree.
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Mar 21, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
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