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 (Macbeth)
Friday, July 31, 2009
Union
A pair of Eyes Large, liquid Envelops My early morning frown In liquid Tenderness
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