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These Circles, that they be Linked or Exchanged Harness the Janitor in me maintain Though Depressed be my Blinding Mind deranged Help to Embalm this Un-Relenting Pain These Sages through Time by their Words endow And cause Wisdom one's Joy through Skin avoid To force my Soul its Inborn Blessings enrouse - Shake your Sugars from this fail-tripped Colloid That's Milk to you. If your Matters be Sweet Then carry your Mornings free from my Sense As such would I, rake the Roots off your feet And pledge my Sharp Evenings to recompense. Funny how Loss, its Cross mint Cool Relief Upon the Monk's Throne absolved your Belief. ‬
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE - TOM DALEY
These Circles, that they be Linked or Exchanged Harness the Janitor in me maintain Though Depressed be my Blinding Mind deranged Help to Embalm this Un-Relenting Pain These Sages through Time by their Words endow And cause Wisdom one's Joy through Skin avoid To force my Soul its Inborn Blessings enrouse - Shake your Sugars from this fail-tripped Colloid That's Milk to you. If your Matters be Sweet Then carry your Mornings free from my Sense As such would I, rake the Roots off your feet And pledge my Sharp Evenings to recompense. Funny how Loss, its Cross mint Cool Relief Upon the Monk's Throne absolved your Belief. ‬
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
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