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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Accuse you of piking out. Okay so what does the word "piking" mean. I cannot think of when I have ever heard it used in any form. So I looked it up and you have definitely used it correctly. But I have heard the word Piker used in movies.
I love TT's where I learn something, but ask me next week if I remember it and chances are I might remember you using it but not necessarily the meaning. My short term memory sucks lately.
Happy TT and I hope you have a great week where you do not have to work too much.
God bless.