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This Eminent Night paste your Birthday Bed And once beyond the Lines did Celebrate Which soon enough most Leavened Hands instead Cry for your Return-on-Turnips belate Yet come these Savours invite your Prunes wash As far-fetched Dames sowed Yeast to spice their Grin Hoping to raise each their Best Flavours cast All the whilst One already placed therein Which in her Form - her Greatest Gift offer - Of her Warmth wrapped your Little Man hugs neat And in her Jump - Nerves blew your Mind asunder, Back-and-Forth rub this Hour's Hormones repeat. Still the Candles blew; Ignored the Musky Air Which both Cherries broke; As Predicted there.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE - TOM DALEY
This Eminent Night paste your Birthday Bed And once beyond the Lines did Celebrate Which soon enough most Leavened Hands instead Cry for your Return-on-Turnips belate Yet come these Savours invite your Prunes wash As far-fetched Dames sowed Yeast to spice their Grin Hoping to raise each their Best Flavours cast All the whilst One already placed therein Which in her Form - her Greatest Gift offer - Of her Warmth wrapped your Little Man hugs neat And in her Jump - Nerves blew your Mind asunder, Back-and-Forth rub this Hour's Hormones repeat. Still the Candles blew; Ignored the Musky Air Which both Cherries broke; As Predicted there.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
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