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April 14, 2016
Four hundred years
since he left this earth.
Yet this gift so tacky,
and of little worth.
And not in keeping
with what he was about.
Purists of his word,
now scream and shout.
Leaving little doubt
how they do feel,
at the thought of his skyline,
with a Ferris wheel.
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