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This Saint whose Letters bear Prime in Youth Like that such my Verses appreciate And Hand by Clock's Divination sprays Truth Prevent my own Good Deeds depreciate How Frequent be your Sprinkles for Good Praise Which by Volumes soon Tampered for Debate Yet as Pure Models breed Tolerance raise Urge me in Trust extend your Honour's sate Father from the Miles; By then your Heart plombs What other Morsels must my Bowl offer? Stoppered at that - Tongues inflamed by their Combs Still Burst your Berries by Love, dear Elder. It seems by now that First Names make Sense Though Birth-Year's Stamp your Longevity hence. ‬
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
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This Saint whose Letters bear Prime in Youth Like that such my Verses appreciate And Hand by Clock's Divination sprays Truth Prevent my own Good Deeds depreciate How Frequent be your Sprinkles for Good Praise Which by Volumes soon Tampered for Debate Yet as Pure Models breed Tolerance raise Urge me in Trust extend your Honour's sate Father from the Miles; By then your Heart plombs What other Morsels must my Bowl offer? Stoppered at that - Tongues inflamed by their Combs Still Burst your Berries by Love, dear Elder. It seems by now that First Names make Sense Though Birth-Year's Stamp your Longevity hence. ‬
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