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
That looks like how I sleep!! lol
ReplyDeleteGood ones
ReplyDeleteLove them all and that last one is spot on. Well done.
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Lol ..good ones
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles. Sleep is a precious thing. And a big yes to libraries.
Those were fun to read.
ReplyDeleteSleep and libraries, what more does one need?
ReplyDeleteLoved them all! lolol
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Donna