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By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse, Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue To preach Sane Messages others will Find Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong, Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency. For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT - TOM DALEY
By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse, Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue To preach Sane Messages others will Find Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong, Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency. For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.
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Jun 6, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
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