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More Privacy features ?? Against the likes of a Public search
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Started this discussion. Last reply by merlin bear Dec. 7, 2007.
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Profile Information
- Your name on Tribe.net:
- Rederator Galtzagorri Dionysius
- Location:
- Vatican City
- Gender:
- male
- Age:
- bugger off. I'm not telling
- Your Tribe profile:
- http://people.tribe.net/shaikh-zayed_bin_sultan_al_nahyan
- 5 Random Things About You:
- - I was in a Televison Commercial
- I was in the Military Police
- I Jumped off the World's Highest Commercial Bungee (216 m)
- I Own Original pictures of Michael Collin's funeral
- I think this is enough said
- Relationship status:
- what's a relationship?
- Official job, in life as we know it:
- Mind Reader
- Unofficial job, in that other world
- Magic Carpet Salesman
- Superpower(s):
- The ability to jump to the point of a conversation...
- Fav food:
- Yummy fresh stuff.....NO MACDONALD'S
- Fav movies:
- LOADS
- Fav TV:
- Black Donnelly's, Firefly.
- Fav books:
- LOADS
- Fav music:
- LOADS
- Thing(s) you'd save / treasure in the post-apocalypse:
- Cockroaches
- Thing(s) that should be wiped from the face of the earth:
- Weapons
- Person(s) on your awesomeness list:
- LONEWOLF
- Person(s) that should be rocketed to the sun:
- GEORGE W. BUSH Snr. and Jnr. and Family
- Anything else you'd like to share:
- Why so many bloody questions ??
My Country
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror-
This wide brown land for me.
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The saphirre misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We watch the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze
An opal hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Dorothea MacKellar (1885 - 1968)
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror-
This wide brown land for me.
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The saphirre misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We watch the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze
An opal hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Dorothea MacKellar (1885 - 1968)
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