Let this one be the one to really count
Let this one be the one that breaks the mould
An alchemy of thoughts that all amount
To words and syllables all made of gold.
Let this not be just hum-drum and mundane
Let every line be filled with special power
Transport me words from all that is inane
And pointless in the minutes in an hour.
Oh Shakespeare come and bless these words of mine
And give me just one billionth of your gift
So I can string these thought into a line
Of verse to help the human spirit lift.
Please give me words, the things you know I need,
And grant me love that I may then succeed.
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