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DECEMBER 6. A few hours of mountain climbing turn a villain and a saint into two rather equal creatures. Exhaustion is the shortest way to equality and fraternity, and liberty is added eventually by sleep. Friedrich Nietzsche

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I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes"

Emily Dickinson
I have never seen "Volcanoes" 
But, when Travellers tell
How those old phlegmatic mountains
Usually so still

Bear within appalling Ordnance,
Fire, and smoke, and gun,
Taking Villages for breakfast,
And appalling Men

If the stillness is Volcanic
In the human face
When upon a pain Titanic
Features keep their place

If at length the smouldering anguish
Will not overcome 
And the palpitating Vineyard
In the dust, be thrown?

If some loving Antiquary,
On Resumption Morn,
Will not cry with joy "Pompeii"!
To the Hills return!

FOTO – MT WARNING VOLCANIC CALDERA NEAR MURWILLUMBAH. THE SLEEPING WOMAN VIEW

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NOVEMBER 11. A dog has four feet, but he can’t walk four different paths.

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High Explosive by Andrew Barton Paterson
‘Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, 
"It’s time I worked for my daily bread. 
Out in the world I intend to go, 
And you’d be surprised at the things I know.

"There’s a wild duck’s nest in a sheltered spot, 
And I’ll go right down and I’ll eat the lot." 
But when he got to his destined prey 
He found that the ducks had flown away.

But an egg was left that would quench his thirst, 
So he bit the egg and it straightway burst. 
It burst with a bang, and he turned and fled, 
For he thought that the egg had shot him dead.

"Oh, mother," he said, "let us clear right out 
Or we’ll lose our lives with the bombs about; 
And it’s lucky I am that I’m not blown up - 
It’s a very hard life," said the dingo pup.

foto – KNOX PARK MURWILLUMBAH

MARCH 3 2011: Thomas Hood (1799-1845), English author: "I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence."

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the frangipani leaves plop…plop……plop,

a slight, uncertain drum beat for a

glancing Autumn

half the garden thinks it’s Spring again

my joints know it’s not

Gina Lakosta

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foto – south murwillumbah march 2006