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
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Since I'm so brand-new to your site, does this make 5??? Aren't you blessed!! I have my little 18 month old grandson I take care of full time and #2 is due around the first of April. I think that'll be all for us, unless a 'surprise' happens along the way. Aren't grandkids the best?!?
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