Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday Blues - Injured and Aching

I was feeling moody and tired from all that activity in the week until Kong shared with me this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efacebook%2Ecom%2Fhome%2Ephp%3Fref%3Dhome&feature=player_embedded

This brigthened up my day somehow.
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