Monday, February 7, 2011

Hamlet's Ghost-Father Speaks

Ghost of King Hamlet: 
"But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:"


Want to adopt the beautiful Hamlet/Spook?  Go visit him at Toronto Cat Rescue! 

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