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Post by IceJedi5 on Jul 5, 2007 0:30:48 GMT -5
1936 Let me try something really quick Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day till the last syllable of recorded time out out brief candle, lifes but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage full of sound and fury signifying nothing
Damn, thats all I remember. Sorry Shakespeare. I really am.
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