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Yet still how the Mind would by Conscience clear As Pickled Brains could those Sooted Clouds mop If Facts extolled by such Roomed Degrees fear The Elder-of-Age; Check deserve his Crop That by addends of his Résumé, form Match sordidly less to his Passion burn And plomb much Skin; Past Generation's norm Make less easy for Child Labours in-turn Unless hammered - again - wax this *** Refuse To sacrifice your Male for Image spent Soon Locks will rust; In best Demand abuse By plucking the Peacock's Magnificence. Can you Comprehend? This Well-Minted Voice Ask for Pile's Honest; Beg for your Fine Choice.
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN - TOM DALEY
Yet still how the Mind would by Conscience clear As Pickled Brains could those Sooted Clouds mop If Facts extolled by such Roomed Degrees fear The Elder-of-Age; Check deserve his Crop That by addends of his Résumé, form Match sordidly less to his Passion burn And plomb much Skin; Past Generation's norm Make less easy for Child Labours in-turn Unless hammered - again - wax this *** Refuse To sacrifice your Male for Image spent Soon Locks will rust; In best Demand abuse By plucking the Peacock's Magnificence. Can you Comprehend? This Well-Minted Voice Ask for Pile's Honest; Beg for your Fine Choice.
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