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
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
EARLY WORDS
Here are the WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY posted early by Cindi. She has done a fantastic job this month with the prompts and I am hoping to join in again tomorrow. Hope some of you will give this a try also.
One more thing to do today.
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