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
Monday, November 07, 2005
JOY BOY FROM ILLINOIS
Ron is my hero man born in Illinois His family said he will never deploy. Then the doctor showed up Said he’s alive - pick him up Til the day he can say Ship Ahoy.
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