Once was a young grown up
man like him, he walked
in his London, England
home, he goes to bedchamber
room, he sat his own
office, writing many scripts of
plays and writing more
sonnets too, he was brilliant
young man in spirit, he
was dress up as young
looking William
Shakespeare, he walked to kitchen
grab some grub along and
alongside to his bedchamber
as well, he ate wonderful
food, he writes every single
day and night, he's very
proud indeed, he love many
parties all day long of
his lifetime and lifestyle, he went
outside beautifully and
charm, he got the summer
breeze on his delicious
young face in time, he got the
well going spirit within
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-3-14
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