Tomorrow, tomorrow…

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“When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin and grin, and say, oh

The sun’ll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on ’til tomorrow”

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Tomorrow, from Annie, lyrics by Alicia Morton

22 thoughts on “Tomorrow, tomorrow…”

Hammad Rais says:

September 1, 2021 at 2:55 pm

These captures are well matched with tomorrow 🙂

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  September 1, 2021 at 3:59 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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-Eugi ☕️ says:

August 28, 2021 at 10:31 am

❤️

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Cee Neuner says:

August 27, 2021 at 1:11 pm

These are wonderful photos for this week’s Tomorrow 😀

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 2:51 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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Deborah says:

August 27, 2021 at 12:48 pm

These photos are a great match to the lyrics! 🙂 ❤

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 2:51 pm
  
  Thanks 🙏
  
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Perpetua says:

August 27, 2021 at 12:10 pm

I was watching a Netflix show last night and this was the song.

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 2:50 pm
  
  Interesting….
  
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oneletterup says:

August 27, 2021 at 9:58 am

Beautiful pair of images for these lyrics!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 10:20 am
  
  Thanks Andrea!
  
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  1. oneletterup says:
    
    August 27, 2021 at 11:21 am
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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sgeoil says:

August 27, 2021 at 9:08 am

Lovely scenes.

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 9:26 am
  
  Thanks Heather.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    August 27, 2021 at 9:39 am
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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Liz Gauffreau says:

August 27, 2021 at 7:38 am

I love your photos! As for the song from “Annie,” not so much. 😉

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 9:24 am
  
  Thanks Liz. The song was the prompt. Sorry about that.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    August 27, 2021 at 11:59 am
    
    You’re welcome, JV. 😀
    
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Laura Denise says:

August 27, 2021 at 7:10 am

My teen students do not thank you: I will be singing that all day now. 😃😄🎤

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1. Liz Gauffreau says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 7:37 am
  
  Ha ha! 😀
  
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2. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 27, 2021 at 9:24 am
  
  Lol. I’m sure they could all use a dose.
  
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