IN SHAKESPEARIAN TONGUE

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JOURNAL #25

oh dare est thou noble heart

be with thee always

these words that maim

other fay and most foolish minds

a thousand thank yous

from a mouth that trembles in mirth

ever just so

be it no true labor

one must merely fall

into a sweet, seductive rut

think like thine mind of a  most

noble man

in a far off long ago land

who trodded forth in life

years before his time

'tis no real feat really

simple words

reconstructed in for thought..........

(written March 12, 2001 330am)

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