William Shakespeare,
He was a guru in his craft
He was so perfect that his words
carved pictures into our hearts
With a book on his table and
A pen in his hands
He provided drugs for our sore souls
We became so addicted to the words from his heart that we couldn't see it beating slow
Until he dropped his pen and wrote no more
Agi Nuel Oyi ©May 2018
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