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Sick be your Service to her Majesty's earned As Subject connects to the Predicate For these Numbered Fathers wring Clocks adjourned Her firm and footed Heart accumulate Never has my cloud of such Clouds combined How her months spent Moons for your Just Return Which, by Day, tie Knots to her palms by Night By strafing those Bullets will deflect a Burn At this Point, the Line where I bid salute None but the Stars-of-Jack best achieve That you - Potent Sample - pay resolute Which the Iron Man will always believe. Thursday calls. The Crescent good-bids your Glove To fill your Mission; Yet maintain her Love.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: KARL THURGOOD
Sick be your Service to her Majesty's earned As Subject connects to the Predicate For these Numbered Fathers wring Clocks adjourned Her firm and footed Heart accumulate Never has my cloud of such Clouds combined How her months spent Moons for your Just Return Which, by Day, tie Knots to her palms by Night By strafing those Bullets will deflect a Burn At this Point, the Line where I bid salute None but the Stars-of-Jack best achieve That you - Potent Sample - pay resolute Which the Iron Man will always believe. Thursday calls. The Crescent good-bids your Glove To fill your Mission; Yet maintain her Love.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
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