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Because 6 words isn't nearly enough to describe our lives, here is a thread for those with richer lives.
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Because 6 words isn't nearly enough to describe our lives, here is a thread for those with richer lives.
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Less is more.
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Dust in the wind
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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.
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"Your English is AWESOME!" - Uncle's favourite hockey commentator to A Markov, Oct 2007 |
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The penis, mightier
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The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his aventures fellen Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye, My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye. Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryte! To thee clepe I, thou goddesse of torment, Thou cruel Furie, sorwing ever in peyne; Help me, that am the sorwful instrument That helpeth lovers, as I can, to pleyne! For wel sit it, the sothe for to seyne, A woful wight to han a drery fere, And, to a sorwful tale, a sory chere. |
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