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All the world’s a stage
But I’m the understudy
Tough luck I suppose
At the least I’m on stage, though
It could be much worse
I could work with the prop guys
Always stuck backstage
Where I would still be needed
But not applauded
For all the world is a stage
And life but one act
Might as well be seen.
But I’m the understudy
Tough luck I suppose
At the least I’m on stage, though
It could be much worse
I could work with the prop guys
Always stuck backstage
Where I would still be needed
But not applauded
For all the world is a stage
And life but one act
Might as well be seen.
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“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
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ॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।
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I like this; it's short, sweet, and to the point. And there's no such thing as too much Shakespeare! 