a pleasant energy fell apon the man as he walked through the paark others had given up their needs and wants for sanctury but never the less
i transpired that all who made that walk were equal.
Life is but a walking shadow .
a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard from, no more. it is a tale told by an idiot full of sounds and and farts
Signifying nothing. _- will shakesz il