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IN APRIL, AL YOUNG MEETS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN

                                                      HEAVEN



                SHAKES: Hey, man, scattywahdoo, vouty.


                AL: Sweet William, it's so nice to meet thee here
                Amid the stars, beyond the winter's frost,

                I followed all the turns of thy career
                I think thy sonnets are what I love most.


                SHAKES: Oh, man, the sonnets,
                Glad you dig em, took a lot out of me,

                Nobody, nobody know
                Who Mistah W.H. is.

                Heh heh. Ain't tellin' nobody neither.


                AL: On earth you are the greatest of the great
                You are without a doubt, the onlie "man"

                Your fame has made the sun regret its fate
                Outshining him in Russia, and Japan.


                SHAKES: Oh, yeah? I hear you ain't bad either.
                There's a joke we tell up here in Hev.

                God says to Ben Jonson, "Hey, Ben,
                The good news is you be a playwright of genius.

                The bad news is you be an exact contemporary of William
                Shakespeare."

                Hee hee. Pretty funny, huh.














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