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Oh that your Tasty Dough many Girls mix Try out your Sanity much more to Please Wherein what Sage could ever try to fix Or heal your Fortitude ever increase? Eager still, your Soldier's Recipe learn Courteous Ingredients with soft Firmness knead Still too large to swallow; So then they churn And break each Piece mould to a Fitting Bead That's Life, is it not? Or at least I thought Long subscribed to that eminent Depress Then - by Convex - as my Mirror had taught Four Noble Maidens deflate my Eye less: Spirit. Family. Sentients. Then me Which his Last Bite I would give out for Free.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX - TOM DALEY
Oh that your Tasty Dough many Girls mix Try out your Sanity much more to Please Wherein what Sage could ever try to fix Or heal your Fortitude ever increase? Eager still, your Soldier's Recipe learn Courteous Ingredients with soft Firmness knead Still too large to swallow; So then they churn And break each Piece mould to a Fitting Bead That's Life, is it not? Or at least I thought Long subscribed to that eminent Depress Then - by Convex - as my Mirror had taught Four Noble Maidens deflate my Eye less: Spirit. Family. Sentients. Then me Which his Last Bite I would give out for Free.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
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