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Thursday, September 8th, 2005
Death
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pacefrom day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle. Life's but a walking shado; a poor player, That struts and Frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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| Posted By Rocker_chick87 @ 1:43 PM | [Comment on this blog post] |
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bassthumper's comment posted November 11th @ 3:30 PM:
i like that. tight |
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