Shakespeare
those puffy lips and
mountains of witty bombast ;
' never flew first class
Robert Frost
his words dry, prickly
oft soaked up lush, liberdad winds ;
great! are his flowers
Allan
experienced sheriff
of this deep, bohemian woods;
for he sing the birds
Picasso
what a cyborg chance!:
the wide renown + childlike form
his bullish colours
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