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Across this Height from the Land of Swell Tea The Second Great Angel offers her Palm Waving, for Frustration to leave me be And guide the Wildman to induce his Calm No affront passed for Virtue to behave When some cry the Vandal for no reason He comes to charge; But out defends the Knave, Jousting him off for another Good Season In you the Friendly Pearl forms; And no doubt, This lingering Fever affects most Girls But like your Seven stood still on a Cloud, Yet keeps the Spell for Good Passion to burn. Lucky Dear Dame, such Title you will bear Enjoy your Earnings; Your Man is now there.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: DILARA WIJETUNGE
Across this Height from the Land of Swell Tea The Second Great Angel offers her Palm Waving, for Frustration to leave me be And guide the Wildman to induce his Calm No affront passed for Virtue to behave When some cry the Vandal for no reason He comes to charge; But out defends the Knave, Jousting him off for another Good Season In you the Friendly Pearl forms; And no doubt, This lingering Fever affects most Girls But like your Seven stood still on a Cloud, Yet keeps the Spell for Good Passion to burn. Lucky Dear Dame, such Title you will bear Enjoy your Earnings; Your Man is now there.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
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