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So the Datamaster encodes the Fray And tried to submit those Terms with you Two What once his Morphing Body by Sons decay Threw the Keys to Salt the Sugar in you So why do you think I try to avoid That Swollen Army grossed to Petition And signed, perkept, smiles the Avenging Void Then pins it neatly in Recognition You're not alone, Madam, for it to Stop Which I too want to end this Currency Tell him now! His Black Shy Trumpet a-top Will finally hand this Insolvency. I try to avoid it; You know I do I only just wish you do your Part too.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - SEVENTY-TWO - TOM DALEY
So the Datamaster encodes the Fray And tried to submit those Terms with you Two What once his Morphing Body by Sons decay Threw the Keys to Salt the Sugar in you So why do you think I try to avoid That Swollen Army grossed to Petition And signed, perkept, smiles the Avenging Void Then pins it neatly in Recognition You're not alone, Madam, for it to Stop Which I too want to end this Currency Tell him now! His Black Shy Trumpet a-top Will finally hand this Insolvency. I try to avoid it; You know I do I only just wish you do your Part too.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
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