Happy Birthday William Shakespeare

Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale


It is the Bard’s birthday

After 460 years his stories 

are still being told

He never grows old

Pure gold!


write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it.

Antony and Cleopatra

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