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| Do tell me of the young man you met from a far and distant land! | |
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| A poet! He wrote "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand..." | |
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| Dear sister, you confuse your lover's "work" with that of Shelley. | |
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| That lying swine! He did declare that piece his own! (While he was fondling my belly!) | |
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| This fraud Will Shakespeare's played you like a bitch! | |
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| And verily, my twat doth itch - lice! Methinks five groats for my young bits too cheap a price! | |
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