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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Monday, September 19, 2016
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Question Of The Week 9-19-16
If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds or less?
Believe in God. And Trump is NOT the answer. And do unto others
as they would like done unto them. (the Platinum Rule.) And life is
short; don't make mountains out of molehills. Smell the flowers and
swing on the swings.