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
Friday, September 16, 2005
And away we go! See you back here on my blog after the 25th.
Hey, those are my chicken eggs which are low cholesterol eggs....and then I'm sure the hot sauce reduces the fat. Plus, if the van runs out of gas, we'll have plenty more to propel the vehicle:-) bye-bye
look at that picture! you wonder why you are both heart patients...
ReplyDeleteHey, those are my chicken eggs which are low cholesterol eggs....and then I'm sure the hot sauce reduces the fat. Plus, if the van runs out of gas, we'll have plenty more to propel the vehicle:-) bye-bye
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