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Loony-Toothed Blogger, your Trussled Pen spite Save to spike such Heart plombed by Heresy That Heresy be Truth pin proves Delight Come Trenching Escapades grip his Fantasy Though permit his Trade be for Answers meet And fill Sore Minds his Clients satisfy Preach Hearts for Profits; His Code on the Street Would squeeze such Scandal from his Salsify Be there Room then for your ardent Refuge For you as one seeks his Innards to Change For Betterment's House shut Public's Confuse And let your Person enjoy his own Range. His Arrows be his choose his Portents bend Though Blame blunt his Skies by Penance amend.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTY - TOM DALEY: THE PETER CRAWFORD FILES
Loony-Toothed Blogger, your Trussled Pen spite Save to spike such Heart plombed by Heresy That Heresy be Truth pin proves Delight Come Trenching Escapades grip his Fantasy Though permit his Trade be for Answers meet And fill Sore Minds his Clients satisfy Preach Hearts for Profits; His Code on the Street Would squeeze such Scandal from his Salsify Be there Room then for your ardent Refuge For you as one seeks his Innards to Change For Betterment's House shut Public's Confuse And let your Person enjoy his own Range. His Arrows be his choose his Portents bend Though Blame blunt his Skies by Penance amend.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
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