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"choisy" poems
My big headed people said ity, i trusted, 'hiriz' has never dissapointed themy, my hatred for non conformity, enormous, i surely hated the conformity truly, i almost lost it for 'hiriz' sakey, **** it, ill never have wanted to lose this beauty, i had it  weirdly thinking ablazey, loozing?, no, i hadnt  and  you n they didnt realize fastly, loosing soo fast  about  lowly sinking sinly,curse all day i ,ever had thee meeting to lyfy, wit all the  a vitue TRUELY INVESTMENT *** no lievly, forget me darl; once and  for ever dony one more what you  waznyt quetly, cool openly, man must lively sweetly that a day woud spoily truely, madly mey, sooooooo losty i had made a choisy, refusing my being theiyyyyy, lucky  me doing, buty,  i love thater that am no longy your timey was wanting by virtuey,  truey. luck **** spyty this shiety oul endy began truely sure truelly, fukciey, its thats badyy, me lost it shortlley man must livevy or diiey, truely, gotta  ity, man look for bread i wannaity withought even hiriz it all worked welly, herey,  i am.  fu**** like ity dead
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Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
man must livey
Si mon grand Roy n'eust veincu meinte armee, Son nom n'iroit, comme il fait, dans les cieux: Les ennemis l'ont fait victorieux, Et des veincuz il prend sa renommee. Si de plusieurs je te voy bien-aimee, C'est mon trophee, et n'en suis envieux : D'un tel honneur je deviens glorieux, Ayant choisy chose tant estimee. Ma jalousie est ma gloire de voir Mesmes Amour soumis à ton pouvoir. Mais s'il advient que de luy je me vange, Vous honorant d'un service constant, Jamais mon Roy par trois fois combatant N'eut tant d'honneur, que j'auray de louange.
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Si mon grand Roy n'eust veincu meinte armee