A Shakespearean sonnet about steemit (Original Poetry)

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Along the deep roots of the world wide net,

One humble page, met to my gazing eye.

It threw no shadow, but a silhouette!

All happened but too quick, within July.

Light blue became my sudden mate in flash.

Those mighty arrows; that ticking time.

My honor was ready for a whiplash!

Then of a sudden; from the sky; A chime!

My life was filled with bread! With Shekels!

The saints of hope came down from heaven.

But conscious called. It is no "spreckels".

The whales here are few; just more than seven.

Thought maybe with the summers ending,

My pond of minnow fish will be ascending!