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Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know That, of ****** Faith, his Good Lad mention The Living Savio which always must Glow Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress Because of these Prayers your Smile embed He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less Only until her Pudge was merrily fed. Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY - TOM DALEY
Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know That, of ****** Faith, his Good Lad mention The Living Savio which always must Glow Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress Because of these Prayers your Smile embed He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less Only until her Pudge was merrily fed. Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
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