Sonnet Tribute Sundry - Three Hundred and Fifty Seven - Tom Daley Which Aesops Grapes bled the Foxs Desire Already Sore from his High-Sprinting Heel With his Submission though Doused with Fire Invest your Insurance of Long-Fingered Feel Though Whining he Barks its Substance Sour Crimps on his Lungs for that Long-Waited Why Which Tempters do Praise beyond his Hour Telling him Softly his Best Time to Fly And Fly he did though Weighted with your News Still Begging that Sour would Mix into Sweet As other Millions of Each with their Views Compound each History prayed to Repeat. That Illusions bare; Truth Stand and Un-Fold So as much ones Prince be Yearning to Hold. #tomdaley1994 #tomdaleytv
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 06:50:39 +0000
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