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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Hahahahahaha, Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteBy Thursday I had sold every egg my girls could shoot out. Barely enough left for me.
ReplyDeleteHope you had a wonderful Easter.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter.
ReplyDeleteOh, well, cholesterol. Maybe use plastic eggs with candy. Happy Easter!
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ReplyDeleteWonder how bunnies and eggs got related to Easter !??
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ReplyDeleteGood one
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