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
Wednesday, May 03, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
Go to Elephant Child's blog today to get the words for your WFW story. I will try to post one over there if I can get one written this week. Lots going on...
Hope you're okay :-)
ReplyDeleteI hope you can post - and that your lots going on is all positive.
ReplyDeleteI also hope you can post. I'll check over at EC's just in case you've been there. My story will be on my blog as usual, on Friday.
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