Shakespeare knew a thing or two

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frolic round widdershins they go
songs a siren’s call
for the enchanted never noticing
the shadows dancing promises
terribly awesome tales all have one truth
take not a chance and run
horrid wonders await
in the realm of make-believe
chiming deceit give life to winged-ones
and unless on does believe
there is no belief
in between and middle ground
they reside often
fantastic marvels created
pathways to theirs
caution for stagnant doesn’t exist

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