DAY 23
A great poet was born
and he died today.
Within 52 years,
he had compared many a fair lady
to some summer's day.
He had said what was to be
and what was not to be
But let us not celebrate
a man who may have died 52
but shall live for thousands of years
through the words he so carefully strung
and touched the souls of millions
and inspired us to begin our song
and feat on the food of love.
Happy Birthday and deathday
o mighty giant.
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