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It seems that each time I climb my own Pulpit Hoping with my Values you could soon know These Arrows stab me; Some ***** my habit Whilst others painfully stub my Big Toe I suppose, that even if I Intercede Which by the way un-crossed from my Contract Would such Fence stand still; Yet I supercede Beyond my Instructions I would extract Apart from your Blood. Yet such Energy bleed Checking my Virtues to your Good Effect If at least Fail my own Ripe Moral's need Must then tune your Future to your best Aspect. Though Foreign am I, my Message give Hope Could your Heart brush Wax; And your Mind feign Dope.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE - TOM DALEY
It seems that each time I climb my own Pulpit Hoping with my Values you could soon know These Arrows stab me; Some ***** my habit Whilst others painfully stub my Big Toe I suppose, that even if I Intercede Which by the way un-crossed from my Contract Would such Fence stand still; Yet I supercede Beyond my Instructions I would extract Apart from your Blood. Yet such Energy bleed Checking my Virtues to your Good Effect If at least Fail my own Ripe Moral's need Must then tune your Future to your best Aspect. Though Foreign am I, my Message give Hope Could your Heart brush Wax; And your Mind feign Dope.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
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