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The world seems more beautiful with anagrams Our body worst with so many kilograms What is that which we call a Rose, bet it's sure William, no Hamlet So many beautiful Anagrams So many beautiful Williams A wealth for our literature-home but as it had been told all those Williams is just a dome Poor late Mr. Shakespeare or whatever your being A Rose, a Sylvia, a Hamlet or a Morning-glowing The world is full of you, this Planet reads your Hamlet William I love you, you have drama All the others have only their dilemma You made the mankind started to read oh my lord, then started this creed you gave us this inheritance this grey planet a golden glance we cannot remain such a **** oh my Lord, we must first do our creed Sorry, my excuses, Mr. Shakespeare Can you please listen to me with this ear we exist because of God above, that's my life this creed first to my Lord, that's my strife then comes you and Hamlet at your side then this literature I abide I keep telling that you gave literature a golden glance I wish mankind knows what an inheritance! © Sylvia Frances Chan saturday 13-04-13 23.13 hrs. p.m.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
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The world seems more beautiful with anagrams Our body worst with so many kilograms What is that which we call a Rose, bet it's sure William, no Hamlet So many beautiful Anagrams So many beautiful Williams A wealth for our literature-home but as it had been told all those Williams is just a dome Poor late Mr. Shakespeare or whatever your being A Rose, a Sylvia, a Hamlet or a Morning-glowing The world is full of you, this Planet reads your Hamlet William I love you, you have drama All the others have only their dilemma You made the mankind started to read oh my lord, then started this creed you gave us this inheritance this grey planet a golden glance we cannot remain such a **** oh my Lord, we must first do our creed Sorry, my excuses, Mr. Shakespeare Can you please listen to me with this ear we exist because of God above, that's my life this creed first to my Lord, that's my strife then comes you and Hamlet at your side then this literature I abide I keep telling that you gave literature a golden glance I wish mankind knows what an inheritance! © Sylvia Frances Chan saturday 13-04-13 23.13 hrs. p.m.
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Apr 13, 2013
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