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Suave, Brave Knight! Lad's Sun lifted from the Kings Fast-prone be-take adjust to your Bold's End Or Barker, at least which your Macho sings Tug-post the Ladies grieve their Virtues spend Shall I sift your Flour? Else compile your own Fold and Stir beneath such Dough's Lot about Or whistle the Dogs; Howl their Silence blown Feed-off the Bones which cannot live without Yet somehow, still, restrict Themes to discuss Purse through Wares involved then reveal his *** Might as well, be Everyone's Chains concussed Absorb his Wrongs; Then divert his own Hex. Makes un-sense, doesn't it? Such as your mind The Swan's Install; Of Verbs perverted find.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY TWO - TOM DALEY
Suave, Brave Knight! Lad's Sun lifted from the Kings Fast-prone be-take adjust to your Bold's End Or Barker, at least which your Macho sings Tug-post the Ladies grieve their Virtues spend Shall I sift your Flour? Else compile your own Fold and Stir beneath such Dough's Lot about Or whistle the Dogs; Howl their Silence blown Feed-off the Bones which cannot live without Yet somehow, still, restrict Themes to discuss Purse through Wares involved then reveal his *** Might as well, be Everyone's Chains concussed Absorb his Wrongs; Then divert his own Hex. Makes un-sense, doesn't it? Such as your mind The Swan's Install; Of Verbs perverted find.
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Mar 20, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
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