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I would mistake the Larder from his Pen If Ten Thousand Scribbles ***** my bruised Draw Yet to Write for Heart's Writ be condescend Was ever such Cloaked Definition I saw And Cloaked I am since the Inquisitor's dare, Judge my Motives by Inspiration based That - when Tendered - roast my Tub-Steak's despair Then slice my Treasured Incense disgraced So to look at you by Nature un-caught Then wring such Truth as Based Mortal am I Repent, then Violate this Sacred Code sought Proves Expression as Peppered Reporters sigh. So Blessed you be feign my Scandalous Crew Regardless of Veins which prove your Blood true.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTY NINE - TOM DALEY
I would mistake the Larder from his Pen If Ten Thousand Scribbles ***** my bruised Draw Yet to Write for Heart's Writ be condescend Was ever such Cloaked Definition I saw And Cloaked I am since the Inquisitor's dare, Judge my Motives by Inspiration based That - when Tendered - roast my Tub-Steak's despair Then slice my Treasured Incense disgraced So to look at you by Nature un-caught Then wring such Truth as Based Mortal am I Repent, then Violate this Sacred Code sought Proves Expression as Peppered Reporters sigh. So Blessed you be feign my Scandalous Crew Regardless of Veins which prove your Blood true.
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
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