My True Human Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

Thou art honest
Thou art faithfull
Thou art well soft
Thou art always in my own
Thou art well unequal with the od’rs
Nothing be the same with thee in my own
I be feeling cottagesick to thee was
I be well cozy with thee was
I want to feel thee was
I have been tir’d of spurious things
I have felt well many helles
I do not want to back to the helles
I want to back to thee was
Thou art well a greatest thing
Something which hath been creat’d by The Lord
I want to make thee being white-full
Thou art my bridge
The bridge which shall connect mee to The Lord
The Lord of the world
Thou art a perfect thing
O... My true human