Emma Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Slow Shakespeare

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,. And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,. A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brains!—Hum, I have heard.

Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

Obituary information for Jamal S. Nesheiwat