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Befrilled Godfather, why tune Yours to mine These Rightful Verses your Country observes I, an Eastern Bun's Lord in Mind consign Put my Pun in-place for their own Reserves Now this, a Muse if your Clock does witness Would burn me at stake or hang me condemned All because such Organs defy Fitness And thought the ****** I will reprehend I grow tired of this evident Trough Whilst you once scribbled Trademarks with your Quill How, my Heart-Nosed Configure such enough Yet wish to join you in your White Pipes, still. Your Epitaph stays; I dare not complete Just press these Roses your Approval, meet.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - EIGHTY-FOUR - TOM DALEY
Befrilled Godfather, why tune Yours to mine These Rightful Verses your Country observes I, an Eastern Bun's Lord in Mind consign Put my Pun in-place for their own Reserves Now this, a Muse if your Clock does witness Would burn me at stake or hang me condemned All because such Organs defy Fitness And thought the ****** I will reprehend I grow tired of this evident Trough Whilst you once scribbled Trademarks with your Quill How, my Heart-Nosed Configure such enough Yet wish to join you in your White Pipes, still. Your Epitaph stays; I dare not complete Just press these Roses your Approval, meet.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
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