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William Shakespeare

The stars were dancing above the Avon When he was born on that April night And his heart`s door was left ajar For he never forgot that sight

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Date: 12/11/2012 4:51:00 PM
The man could write. My favorite was "The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings."
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