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The Measure of None. Such Brisk Term persists With such French Smile point heavily Define For better Candidates this Room consists Rebuke my Head his Sentiments consign Though Red in Growth would my Adventures be To catch one day his Heart-Fulfilling Flame Burn Palms in Silver Trays he would concieve Then Rebuke once more was ever the same Or else if Dare to draft another Muse One on Levelled Papers my Songs endorse Would Models beware for Standards I choose Then pay the Pauper by Mercy enforce. To Open the Eyes such Cool Variants ply Then Accept their Heavenly Patterns sigh.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN - TOM DALEY
The Measure of None. Such Brisk Term persists With such French Smile point heavily Define For better Candidates this Room consists Rebuke my Head his Sentiments consign Though Red in Growth would my Adventures be To catch one day his Heart-Fulfilling Flame Burn Palms in Silver Trays he would concieve Then Rebuke once more was ever the same Or else if Dare to draft another Muse One on Levelled Papers my Songs endorse Would Models beware for Standards I choose Then pay the Pauper by Mercy enforce. To Open the Eyes such Cool Variants ply Then Accept their Heavenly Patterns sigh.
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Jul 6, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
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