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...
Posted by Godd Till on November 27, 2007 11:32 AM
Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this son of York-The Bard, Richard Part Three Well, Toronto really should have stepped up in New Jersey last night, but once again they failed. It may still be...
Posted by Kim Jorn on November 3, 2007 8:32 AM
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