Suffering from Addiction

What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Millie is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Doom*, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou his maid art far more fair than he.

* Sorry @SimonDoom - had to be done 😬

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in its petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And then Emily just bolluxes the whole thing up.
 
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in its petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And then Emily just bolluxes the whole thing up.
I know that whole soliloquy by heart 😬.

Might be an ex-scientist, but I love me some words too.

Em
 
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