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Forbegging yay Progress, me Most High Lord Besoothe thaye Stock's High-Cast-Baste-Reborough And Livvenny-Lug, quain Twill-Truth's-Be-Word Would Sluggenny-Bust thaye Pell's Arthorough Aye, take them Less to thore Summerful Sum Therr quine bemime blubber-boost up-to-front Shanty ye, Crown, dow Caraparcel's Hum Laugh more shan't take much Desire on Wont We porkify Lub-Senses wore Jiggers clude Feast-Tea ye Merry; Jolly-Cant, digress Till Ferry thaye Maidens; And Torque-Pie, **** Rode ye Arkins - Road! Be thaye Kiss address. Labber ye, Throne, deserve Cot's Privilege Roar Pull-Course Attract; Mine Concubinage.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - EIGHTY-SEVEN - TOM DALEY
Forbegging yay Progress, me Most High Lord Besoothe thaye Stock's High-Cast-Baste-Reborough And Livvenny-Lug, quain Twill-Truth's-Be-Word Would Sluggenny-Bust thaye Pell's Arthorough Aye, take them Less to thore Summerful Sum Therr quine bemime blubber-boost up-to-front Shanty ye, Crown, dow Caraparcel's Hum Laugh more shan't take much Desire on Wont We porkify Lub-Senses wore Jiggers clude Feast-Tea ye Merry; Jolly-Cant, digress Till Ferry thaye Maidens; And Torque-Pie, **** Rode ye Arkins - Road! Be thaye Kiss address. Labber ye, Throne, deserve Cot's Privilege Roar Pull-Course Attract; Mine Concubinage.
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Mar 14, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
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