Quote Wars Lost
A word in phrase has laid him low
From Milton, Keats, and Longfellow
He tried alas to make a stand
Upon this shore, a foreign land
He fired back a thousand quotes
With soliloquies and antidotes
But the fight had wore him thin
Becoming clear he could not win
And as he laid his body down
Among dead words all scattered round
His eyes then, skyward looked
As he clutch His precious book.
And the Saints who saw his smile
Sent to retrive him, Oscar Wilde
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