Back in a day, he speak
his own word to word
of his infamous poetry in
hand, he discovered
and recovered onto the
book he has written so
far and so inglorious, he
got the power to use
his word to word of
fateful path, he kept his
poems and plays become
alive and well done
before the land he
created, he admitted the
beauty out there, he said
himself, a word a word
of Christopher Marlowe, he
never lost his
marbles therefore, he
never had and has been
nervous to speak his words
in the public places
of his lifetime dream of
magic, it touch his
moment right through him,
he became a spirited
man in earth, he use the
words to his people
and fans out there too, a
word a word of Christopher
Marlowe, he's the one
antique hero, a modern hero
after all indeed and
within of his infamous stories
of his modern days ever
lived
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-5-16
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