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Is that something like the cat that crept into the crypt, cra**ed and crept out again... it went within, but if it hadn't of done it might have gone without... have i got it... have I...
Though I am 'river' more than 'sea' - I have always loved this verse from Browning...
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
and the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
and the need of a world of men for me.
Postby David J Delaney » Tue Feb 07, 2012 10:04 pm
We must never let 'em take this life away
Old stock routes belong to one and all
Drovers, dreamers all agree, poets, Aborigines
We have a right to light a campfire on the road.