Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Sunday, July 31, 2005
ELENORE'S BIRTHDAY LIMERICK
It is Elenore's Birthday today. She is having things her way. Cause what is better to do Than getting a kiss or two From Nora who showed up to play.
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