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In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note So Truth bends the very Patron decide Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass Though Protests trim for another Subscribe Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass That your Room - now a Museum convert Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept. Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN - TOM DALEY - GREATEST JANNER, FRIENDLIEST TWEETER
In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note So Truth bends the very Patron decide Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass Though Protests trim for another Subscribe Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass That your Room - now a Museum convert Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept. Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
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