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Oh how these Strings wrap our Candied Dreams bear When sordid Fantasies plead our Wishes real Though caught by Intent from Good Sages hear Submit to Heart his Childish Play reveal Though evident Time and Geography states And Primping Albums we'd like to Assume These Spectral Lines think to earn our Best Rebates Then soon Collapse his Investment subsume For all his Campaigns ribboned his Image Such his Craft only forced us to beknow As Profits and Shares feed his Entourage And only for Them his True Seedlings grow. So why the Trap we swallow still Fancy Restrict potent Friends - and salt Family?
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE - TOM DALEY
Oh how these Strings wrap our Candied Dreams bear When sordid Fantasies plead our Wishes real Though caught by Intent from Good Sages hear Submit to Heart his Childish Play reveal Though evident Time and Geography states And Primping Albums we'd like to Assume These Spectral Lines think to earn our Best Rebates Then soon Collapse his Investment subsume For all his Campaigns ribboned his Image Such his Craft only forced us to beknow As Profits and Shares feed his Entourage And only for Them his True Seedlings grow. So why the Trap we swallow still Fancy Restrict potent Friends - and salt Family?
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
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