Kay Hawtrey

Kay Hawtrey (born November 8, 1926) is a Canadian actress. She was born in Toronto.

Educated at Toronto's Trinity College, she appeared in television plays for the CBC and married English actor John Clark in 1956. They moved to New York in 1959, where they had a son in 1963, naming him Jonathan Hawtrey Clark. They divorced in 1967 and she returned to Toronto with their son, appearing in many film and television productions. She is best remembered for the 1980 film Funeral Home.

See also

  • List of show business families
  • External links

  • Kay Hawtrey at the Internet Movie Database
  • Kay Hawtrey at the Internet Broadway Database
  • Podcasts:

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    Carving Out The Eyes Of God

    by: Goatwhore

    Bastards of madness
    Call out this prayer of vengeance
    Speaking to enemies through these wounds of redemption
    Tearing out their eyes with horror
    Behold this chosen new devise
    As the silence pleads this forgiveness
    A senseless begging for absolution
    Upon this entrance into oblivion
    This fallen angel of defiance, destitute to isolation
    Hold tight to liberation, in the form of reprisal
    Project of this restored frame, in these pain filled alterations
    This new threat of changing life restless in this completion
    Powerless you crawl like pigs
    Soon to be slaughtered
    Suckling to a faith that you avidly hoped would save you all
    These offerings will bring us our justice.
    For these years of diluted lies
    The answers to our freedom
    The answer to the death of gods
    These hands held into the sky so the dark
    Winds can taste the blood of murder
    As the blackest hearts obey thoughts of evil
    Deathlorn rites, endure the lust for revenge
    Surrender the state of embracement and release
    This life from the dark interiors
    Discomfort of this assisted torment is given in these regards
    A scourge of awakening
    Prisoned in the rites of blood
    Bestowed with ancient plagues, we will forge a disease
    Of rape upon your ideals
    Within this lifeblood we will find the truths as blades
    Slice open their necks
    The answers to our freedom
    The answer to the death of gods
    Once reconstructed the swarm will digest
    The souls of this imperfection
    Sterilizing faith bringer has discharged
    This assembly of this damnation
    Burden me with your weak
    Curse me with your sick
    In blood filled walls I lie confined




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