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Thus on my genesis Love's fought Regret My Ardent Sire whose Merits installed These English Gifts whom I have thanked just yet Carried Misconstruction; And docked the Fine Toll This that Penance be my Honest Attempt Yet still besieged in case of Bad Timing The Gold I carry an Issue I Contempt Will try once more to Win his Best Blessing My how the Fortunes some drive the Mind mad And took my Heart back to a Wildman's State This cannot continue; Much have I had Sponge this Circled Self back to my Constraint. The Human in me, the Cause of my Lone And Sister's Reason I banged on the Phone.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: JESUS ***** C. MANDREZA JR.
Thus on my genesis Love's fought Regret My Ardent Sire whose Merits installed These English Gifts whom I have thanked just yet Carried Misconstruction; And docked the Fine Toll This that Penance be my Honest Attempt Yet still besieged in case of Bad Timing The Gold I carry an Issue I Contempt Will try once more to Win his Best Blessing My how the Fortunes some drive the Mind mad And took my Heart back to a Wildman's State This cannot continue; Much have I had Sponge this Circled Self back to my Constraint. The Human in me, the Cause of my Lone And Sister's Reason I banged on the Phone.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
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