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.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
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Awesome!
ReplyDeleteWhoa!!!! And here I thought they were just up the road a piece! I got the idea when there was a strike and they picketed. LOL
ReplyDeletethat is so cute!!! i have a book of fairy houses and im hoping to make some wiht my gradnson soon!!
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