August 27, 2020

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY-SONNET-20

Dread For Dread.Is it for dread to dread the windy dread,that dread for dread,mightest thyself dread dread for dread in a pouted dread verily dread? In boloneys,if thou be clueless,shalt harp to slave and then die,The cosmos then will they their passion clamour trigger, O how vile is time o how time is vile,where as guille the planet will thy detest joyous sings,That which none boon melody and her filthy lucrep

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