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Still in my Plainest Sense should Comprehend How Fortunate be my Base Apples were Compared to yours; Such Royalty descend Though Priced in Demand for Freedom defer So Liberty - now the French-Filled Couillaise, Took her Luxury to the Plym's Neighboured South And so were our Hearts cry Supply your Embrace Though Heads tagged least be Consumed in your Mouth Was it not then for their Lot's Landlord come To confirm which Leech be Best sip your Wounds To Promote for Many; Yet Condensed by Some Then Harness un-needed Points for your Rounds. Great Souls still Applaud by the Clothes you wear Which soaked in Sweat must your Proud Mornings bear.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY - TOM DALEY
Still in my Plainest Sense should Comprehend How Fortunate be my Base Apples were Compared to yours; Such Royalty descend Though Priced in Demand for Freedom defer So Liberty - now the French-Filled Couillaise, Took her Luxury to the Plym's Neighboured South And so were our Hearts cry Supply your Embrace Though Heads tagged least be Consumed in your Mouth Was it not then for their Lot's Landlord come To confirm which Leech be Best sip your Wounds To Promote for Many; Yet Condensed by Some Then Harness un-needed Points for your Rounds. Great Souls still Applaud by the Clothes you wear Which soaked in Sweat must your Proud Mornings bear.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
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