life is a pencil. these are the shavings.
Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing
nice, You wrote this didn't you?
Erm, no. I wish I did. It was Shakespeare in Macbeth.
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nice, You wrote this didn't you?
ReplyDeleteErm, no. I wish I did. It was Shakespeare in Macbeth.
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