To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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.
It's hard to come up with just one thing for some of the items, so some of them have a couple of things :)
Made possible by Gretchen at 12:50 AM
2 comments:
yea!!!!
see how much more interesting they are with pics!!
Love it!
Yay! You did it too!
The Rock is a hottie!
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