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, October 01, 2007
AND THE WINNER IS
Rocky obviously won the crowing contest. Elizabeth and Legs left and Rocky moved to the highest point to strut his stuff and bellow his mighty crowing.
-1.JPG)
He SURE is beautiful!!
ReplyDelete