| Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 07:51 - Jan 31 with 539 views | WeWereZombies |
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. [Post edited 31 Jan 2020 9:25]
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| Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, on 09:26 - Jan 31 with 476 views | WeWereZombies |
Apologies for having posted this at first without line breaks - now corrected | |
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