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
Thursday, September 05, 2024
THURSDAY Rain Frances Art and Dinner Date... 09-05-2024
Love it! If only everyone with clipped wings could fly again!
ReplyDeleteI like this!
ReplyDeleteA lovely picture, dear Annie! 😍
ReplyDeleteAll the best from Austria, Traude
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Luv it
ReplyDeleteHappy Thursday
much🤍love
Clever. And fun.
ReplyDeleteNice rooster. Perhaps they are heavenly wings because he died?
ReplyDelete...I hope that your wings are never clipped!
ReplyDeleteA fun piece of art.
ReplyDeleteA cute and not so wise Chicken ... love your sense of humor and enjoy your art.
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From the Sol