It seems
The great
Have come
Had their say
And are gone
And now
All we have
Is impersonators
Trying hard
To fill shoes
Too large
For their tiny feet
Propped up
By critics
Who have tried
And failed
Such is
The house of cards
Of which
The literary establishment
Is now composed.
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