Oscar Wilde was misunderstood. To be great is to be misunderstood.A man who can simply spell is no writer, a man who can add is no mathematician. An artist who can paint with words is a genius.As Oscar once said i have put my genius into my life and have put only my talent into work.The short poem below is based on my findings entitled Reading Gaol Inside so cold, Outside so empty, I write a letter to my dear boy 50, pages long Dear Bosie, Dear Bosie Dear Bosie Warder Martin calls, Reading Gaol my place, Reading Gaol my Savoy Queensbury my executioner. Two years hard labour, Two years to reflect, No exit, no entry no pleasure Dear Bosie, Dear Bosie Baneful BosieCondemned to speak the language of Shakespeare I die alone, almost a catholic. Reading Gaol my place Reading Goal my Savoy Queensbury my killer.
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