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Under most Circumstances keep Offense Fearful which Foreign Voices tend to Betray Whichever Dame or Diver licks your Defense There your Potent Training roots them at-bay Perhaps your Person, skinned yet strawed by Choice Placed chosen Parapets enter the Few And where my Rawlish Spirit blows out a Voice The Wax does cop; Or Heaters blend a Stew To Rally then, a Sickness born indeed Makes Brisk Conversions programmed to Despair Yet allow your Vices for Virtues to Bleed Risks the Common Hand - the Headmaster's there. To place one's Treasury far from your own Betrays the Heart's Consent and my Cover blown.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX - TOM DALEY
Under most Circumstances keep Offense Fearful which Foreign Voices tend to Betray Whichever Dame or Diver licks your Defense There your Potent Training roots them at-bay Perhaps your Person, skinned yet strawed by Choice Placed chosen Parapets enter the Few And where my Rawlish Spirit blows out a Voice The Wax does cop; Or Heaters blend a Stew To Rally then, a Sickness born indeed Makes Brisk Conversions programmed to Despair Yet allow your Vices for Virtues to Bleed Risks the Common Hand - the Headmaster's there. To place one's Treasury far from your own Betrays the Heart's Consent and my Cover blown.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
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