Meanwhile, on the right idea about William Shakespeare himself, the land came from New England Parkside bench, and sat down heavenly, he thought to write a one sonnet Poems ever made sense, and catch some rhythm overhaul, one suburban man alive, landnOf kicking, he falls in love every day long and sweet, he thawed the love carried on, he felt Ultimate beauty of the pioneer red thick rose reborn and rebirth, imagine a sunflower Dress, two pairs of daisy-like slipper shoes, her shiny, longest hair hanging down gently, and softly still, the two moonshine eyes appeal and are real, the clean and sharp kissy lips, attached and released in style, the teenage boy who falls in love admits and submits poetry-like art. He became sixteen-year-old William Shakespeare himself; he is admiring the one, a fifteen-year-old woman named Anne Hathaway herself, after all, who is falling in love with a young teenager, William, and they’d sit together on the New England Parkside bench alone
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
3-5-26
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