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Mum, was the Messenger real when I heard He agreed to Deal after the Event His Five-Rings Birthday made Flesh of the Word Jab Stings to his Leather; A Totem forms then? Which, in Real Cosmetic, itself no harm If rely on his Throne responsible He has a Deaf History; A Long-Since Charm And every Girl he knew is Commendable This is your SON. Your Mirror's Primal Truth And no way my Purchase must interfere Dad did his Job to keep Tradition's Youth So the Choice lies on the Good that is here. Thus the Paper was signed, out goes the call Enter Twenty Years. His Mark shows it all.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FOURTY-FIVE - TOM DALEY
Mum, was the Messenger real when I heard He agreed to Deal after the Event His Five-Rings Birthday made Flesh of the Word Jab Stings to his Leather; A Totem forms then? Which, in Real Cosmetic, itself no harm If rely on his Throne responsible He has a Deaf History; A Long-Since Charm And every Girl he knew is Commendable This is your SON. Your Mirror's Primal Truth And no way my Purchase must interfere Dad did his Job to keep Tradition's Youth So the Choice lies on the Good that is here. Thus the Paper was signed, out goes the call Enter Twenty Years. His Mark shows it all.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
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