Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for November 06, 2011
November 05, 2011
November 07, 2011
Transcript:
tree: Sweet bird of youth, I see they perfect form as in a faraway dream. RJ: Oh lord, it's the "last leaf" again. this furious color is but a cruel contrast to the beauty of thine rapidly fading glory. RJ: just fall already! ...glorious spring and summer are made null by this autumn of thine ultimate discontent... RJ: that's it! hammy: Where is he going, verne?? farewell! adeieu! bon voyage, cruel, fickle world...I look back not in anger, but only in sorrow as I... snap thunk verne: Did he fall? hammy: or was he pushed? RJ: nothing in this life became him like the leaving it. macbeth act 1 scene 4, 1-8
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