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Greatness? No, Thanks

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em." — Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V Some are born to crowns and gold, With power strong and wealth untold. Some will climb, with sweat and pain, To carve their names and stake their claim. And then there’s me—a simple bloke, Who’d rather nap than wear a cloak. Greatness came, it knocked, it screamed, I locked the door—it must have dreamed. For who would trade a peaceful life, For throne-room squabbles, royal strife? Give me books, a pint, some cheese— Let others rule, I’ll take my ease. So take your greatness, shove it far, I’d rather be right where I are.

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Date: 4/29/2025 7:17:00 AM
Loved this one, congratulations
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Parth Zadey
Date: 4/29/2025 10:30:00 AM
Thank you
Date: 4/28/2025 3:06:00 PM
Congrats on your placement in my contest Parth. Loved the buildup with the ironic ending.
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Parth Zadey
Date: 4/29/2025 10:30:00 AM
Thanks Oliver

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