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Originally posted by Memnoch:
OK I have to say I didn't write this but I think it's really cool, nonetheless. You'll all recognize the guy who wrote this.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from 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 shadow; 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.
-William Shakespeare
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Always one of my favorites!
I haven't time to do anything here at work, Leonis but will see later. Oh and we have some poetry threads from the old board out there if you are interested...I shall have to search I guess...sigh...so little time!
Cloudy at the office
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Storm-Queen
StormCloud of the Black Knight