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Your Youth. Your Time. Your placed Investiture So did these Ringers let your Throne announce With fresh commentary spring your Boys pure And clasp their Spirits for Victory enhance Now there's the Go! Humbled yet so Pronounced To apply Punctuations for your Team's End Which the Lion roars their Thoughtful Doubts bounce And Mark every Tariff they could Append When most Nations laugh, they Green in Despair Why his Coloured Mane kept whipping the Waves Perhaps Leisure, his fleeting Vice repair Kept hard-earned Fortiments from Woes and Slaves. Still on still, these Songs by Splashes carry Another Batch-of-Stamps; To Home they tarry.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT - TOM DALEY - #FINAWORLDSERIES
Your Youth. Your Time. Your placed Investiture So did these Ringers let your Throne announce With fresh commentary spring your Boys pure And clasp their Spirits for Victory enhance Now there's the Go! Humbled yet so Pronounced To apply Punctuations for your Team's End Which the Lion roars their Thoughtful Doubts bounce And Mark every Tariff they could Append When most Nations laugh, they Green in Despair Why his Coloured Mane kept whipping the Waves Perhaps Leisure, his fleeting Vice repair Kept hard-earned Fortiments from Woes and Slaves. Still on still, these Songs by Splashes carry Another Batch-of-Stamps; To Home they tarry.
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Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
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