Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over
pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter
than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon
the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots
you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their
savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every
cowslip's ear.
~William Shakespeare
Much like the pensions, humans receive from their employers today; Fairy's near and Far serve their Fairy Queen to release Fairy Tale Access to you, all.
See You Soon
Keep Asking Questions the Answers Are All Around 'You'
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