A leisurely stroll, two feet plodding through dandelions in hypnagogic droll.
A walk in the park is nothing of banal matter, but some sumptuous production engendering the staring feature of the gambit of life.
Old folk hobble, young ones cuss and scramble, children giggle.
The park is a nudnik creation while awaiting the charades and demonstration of the chaotic equanimity of this human population.
Life is not a walk in the park, the park is a magnanimous showcase of lives we embark.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
A leisurely stroll, two feet plodding through dandelions in hypnagogic droll.
A walk in the park is nothing of banal matter, but some sumptuous production engendering the staring feature of the gambit of life.
Old folk hobble, young ones cuss and scramble, children giggle.
The park is a nudnik creation while awaiting the charades and demonstration of the chaotic equanimity of this human population.
Life is not a walk in the park, the park is a magnanimous showcase of lives we embark.
