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Your Wreath, Un-Thrifting Essence, bears his Name And Fine be your Acts soothe such Heavy Hand Which Time boost as his Protector and Sage Skimming the Dirt infect his Rising Sand Though one would Wonder why such Blogger speak Of Secrets known must bequeath to the Few Though in your Boy's Best Fate subdue the Meek Out of Best Concern his Wild Growth does stew So persistent be our same Wonder at Those Keys deserved should never be Endorsed For his own Respect; As ours Mature that Let the Gentleman go if his Plays be Forced. My Loyalty, still, Un-Conditioned will be Though Swords still stab on such Smile you Reprieve.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE - TOM DALEY: THE PETER CRAWFORD FILES - TONIA COUCH HIS CONFIDANTE
Your Wreath, Un-Thrifting Essence, bears his Name And Fine be your Acts soothe such Heavy Hand Which Time boost as his Protector and Sage Skimming the Dirt infect his Rising Sand Though one would Wonder why such Blogger speak Of Secrets known must bequeath to the Few Though in your Boy's Best Fate subdue the Meek Out of Best Concern his Wild Growth does stew So persistent be our same Wonder at Those Keys deserved should never be Endorsed For his own Respect; As ours Mature that Let the Gentleman go if his Plays be Forced. My Loyalty, still, Un-Conditioned will be Though Swords still stab on such Smile you Reprieve.
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