Live. Know. Believe.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Shakespearean. Soliloquy. Slang. Scripture.
Ain't nobody got time for the
proud man's contumely
When there
is
hope for the
undiscover'd country
All our yesterdays have
gathered fools
the way for
dusty death
But I'm not gonna live on wasted breath.
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