"At Christmas I no more desire a roseThan wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows,But like of each thing that in season grows." The Bard.
He looks very tired of all the fuss behind him.
I think he would write a play or at the very least a sonnet.
He'd be busy writing a Twelfth Night about it, perhaps with mistaken identity atop a ferris wheel.
I imagine he would turn around and joyously join in with the fun. I have always envisioned the Bard as a funloving kind of guy.
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"At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows,
But like of each thing that in season grows." The Bard.
He looks very tired of all the fuss behind him.
I think he would write a play or at the very least a sonnet.
He'd be busy writing a Twelfth Night about it, perhaps with mistaken identity atop a ferris wheel.
I imagine he would turn around and joyously join in with the fun. I have always envisioned the Bard as a funloving kind of guy.
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