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.
Love the outfit :)
Click it to enlarge and see his spikey hair :) I love it
I'm sing the Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes song.
Watch to the end and you can hear his coo
Made possible by Gretchen at 1:49 PM
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