I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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What a beautiful photograph!...everything about that photograph is perfect!
I'am raising my hand slowly, but may I borrow this quote too?
Before you can answer I'am out the door with it!...Zoom, Zoom, Zoooom!
Take care!
DeeDee
Beautiful pic of the sky and trees.
I didnt go to office yesterday, was down with fever. And believe me, this post seems to have been written keeping my state of mind in mind.
I have begun to hate my job even more in the past few months, really!!! And it is not only because of the fever that I have.
So much so that I detest entering the office building :-(
Isn't there an option for the tortured souls like ourselves???? Plz let me know if u think of something..