Plagiarism Nothing is new under the sun and, I wandered lowly as a cloud that floats on into the valley of death marched the stately pleasure dome. My tongue is the pen of a skilful writer the ink runs low, I thirst. I cut out the words and rearrange them into a Hundred Thousand Billion #poems. Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my #life. as I rehearse, rework, reword. expression eludes me, eloquence stutters: Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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