Starring the elites in this piece
The greatest writer of all time
William Shakespeare phoned me from the grave
He had these words to say,I told him I'd borrow
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day in sonnet 14
My 'mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun in sonnet 130
The fool doth think he is wise,but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
Love all trust a few,do wrong to none
Men are at some times masters of their own fate
A legacy he'd left all poetic sons and daughters

Starring the elites in this piece
Edgar Allan Poe had some to leave
All we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
As Oinos said in the power of words
But,since we grow hourly in knowledge must not at last
All things be known he asked?
Captivating he was,a genius not to say

Starring the Elites,gazing the exquisite
E.E Cummings had some lines to spare
Of thy smile rises the immaculate sorrow
Of thy low hair flutter the level litanies
,Did you ever hear a jazz band?
or unnoise men doesn't make soup who drink
I was at the eye of brink
As I levelled through the legacies of these eminent figures
Good morrow misters and mistresses of this genre
Ay,they all bid us farewell and that we'd continue their works
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