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If News be Truth, then Prompt those Words with Rage By all Concepts infect Facts with such Charge Though cause-admitted did Foredraw the Sage Despite these Attacks by Support at-large Still Welcome be my Martyr's Fort allow Though expect more Rallies and Protests come To breathe-in Peace; And Peace be Forged below The Hammer's Soft Skill train the Anvil numb. And in that Sense must the Doctor's Palms take To Prognose which Infected Parts must Heal Subtract the Ruse; As Silence frosts your Cake Which Dull Recorders use your Prompt to Steal. Stain your Male with Gold; Best be left un-morphed Yet Scroll your Bearings; And Direct your Torque.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN - TOM DALEY
If News be Truth, then Prompt those Words with Rage By all Concepts infect Facts with such Charge Though cause-admitted did Foredraw the Sage Despite these Attacks by Support at-large Still Welcome be my Martyr's Fort allow Though expect more Rallies and Protests come To breathe-in Peace; And Peace be Forged below The Hammer's Soft Skill train the Anvil numb. And in that Sense must the Doctor's Palms take To Prognose which Infected Parts must Heal Subtract the Ruse; As Silence frosts your Cake Which Dull Recorders use your Prompt to Steal. Stain your Male with Gold; Best be left un-morphed Yet Scroll your Bearings; And Direct your Torque.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
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