The 400 bards, words &Sonnets Arise

So I suppose thou years hang by

A celebration ye say not for thee to cry

A man of guile and gift of pen

Less we cherish his works every now and then

We seeketh his profound prominent view

Dispersed like rain drops followeth from dew

Words, sonnets, actions, poetically plays..

After 4 eclectic centuries still they guide our footsteps today

We maketh no mistake this is past reaching into our future

Toucheth all mankind’s sweet variety of culture

Pens at the ready, write, act, discover without fear

Your inspiration still abounds, written in ink by someone called Mr Shakespeare. ..


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