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Jun 2014
He was the bard of Avon,
I hail from Flushing, Queens.
I labor in obscurity,
His fans were Royals it seems.
In portraits he’s shown with little hair
mine stood the test of time.
His spelling was atrocious
But spell check fixes mine.

His talent was not of one age
but meant for all of time.
My poetry is dated
And best performed by Mimes.
Its years since I last wrote a play,
Of Will that’s also true.
But players are performing his.
Mine, they never do.
So if my output pales to his
And sadly lacks his wit
What do we have in common?
Not a single manuscript!
Since I write exclusively in Word and do single drafts I have no paper manuscripts. In the last 500 years only one disputed partial play script is thought to be in Shakespeare's handwriting. The anti Stratfordians often point to the lack of manuscripts as suspicious, but there are many reasons why papers and parchments often don't survive the years.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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