Hark! Ye find thyself upon Remotely Shakespeare's page

In quiet moments, 'neath the moon's soft glow,

Reflections deep on distant work we cast.

With Shakespeare's quill, emotions ebb and flow,

As tales of yore meet present thoughts amassed.

With Shakespeare's voice, we delve into the soul,

Of work that's done afar, yet feels so near.

Emotions, challenges, the overarching goal,

Are penned with grace, for all who wish to hear.


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To be the first when this tome comes to view.

A journey waits, with insights not a few,

To navigate the world we all pursue.

Sign up, dear friend, and when the Bard's work starts,

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