GOOD NEWS
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Posted:May 9, 2006 2:21 am
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2006 8:05 pm
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We have good news in Australia today. (09-05-06)
On this day our two miners have been saved. Never knowing or never meet the two men.Tears fell from my eyes. Early in the morning the two walked out of the mine.
14 days they where trapped in the mine, about 1km down. While the rescue was going on.The country was praying. Well ours prayers where answered.  Early hours in the morning, the church bells rang. Fire engines sound the sirens to the good news. On this day we are a happy nation. My hope is that this will not happen again anywhere around the world.
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Sunday Again
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Posted:May 6, 2006 7:30 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:6 am
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Hello again, Well another Sunday. Still, like all of us, have to work next week.
OK. I am still here writing bull.
Please reply.
But be nice.
Well better go.
What if?
The south had won against the north?
There was no World War 1?
The Russians did not sell Alaska?
The Tsar was not killed, and there was no Revolt in 1917?
The states in Australia did not formed the Commonwealth of Australia?
India did not have it’s independence?
Yugoslavia was never formed?
There was no Atom bomb on Japan?
Hawaii stayed in British hands?
Texas did not join the union?
Something to think about.
DON’T WORRY. BE HAPPY.
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Sunday Down Under
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Posted:Apr 29, 2006 5:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2006 5:59 pm
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Sunday, day of rest.
Checked my lotto.........Bugger, still have to work.
Work....That four letter word. The word more bad than "Fuck".
Well lest Fuck is enjoyable.
In my job, you meet alot of people. Some of the are nice, some people you wish you never meet. But that's life.
Have look a some of this.
Quotes from some Aussie's
We cannot own the land. We are but custodians of the land - Oodgeroo of the tribe (Noonuccal)
Supermarkets stand condemned as symbols of man's inhumanity to women - Phillp Adams.
Shoot straight, you bastards. Don't make a mess of it - Harry (The Breaker) Morant (1865 - 1902) (before they shot him)
No man is a hero in his own county - Sir John Monash (1865 - 1931)
There is nothing so costly to the state as a ruined life - Catherine Spence (1823 - 1910)
Charity begis at home, and seems nowadays to end there - Marcus Clarke (1846 - 1881)
The first rule in opera is the first rule in life: see to everything youself - Dame Nellie Melba (1861 - 1931)
Every journalist has a novel inside him, and that's where it should stay - John Blackman
Life wasn't meant to be easy - Malcolm Fraser (PM Aust, 1975-1983)
Never take any notice of anonymous letters, unless you get a few thousand on the same subject - Sir Robert Menzies (1894 - 1978 ) (PM Aust 1939-1941 and 1949-1966)
Ah well, suppose it has come to this!...Such as life! - Ned Kelly (1855 - 1880) (before he was hanged)
We may well say "God save the Queen", because nothing will save the Governor General - Gough Whitlam (PM Aust 1972-1975, sacked by the GG)
DON'T WORRY. BE HAPPY
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Moggy
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Posted:Apr 27, 2006 4:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2006 4:07 am
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Hi,
Here is a funny song. Hope you all like it.
By Eric Bogle.
About a dead cat.
He's nobody moggy now
Somebody's Moggy by the side of the road
Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code
Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran onto the road and tried to argue with a truck
Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating tweetybirds and masticating mice
Now he's just 6 lbs of raw minced meat that don't smell very nice
He's nobody's Moggy now
Oh you who love your pussy be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck the truck is bound to win
And upon the busy road don't let him play or frolic
If you do I'm warning you it could be CAT-ostrophic
If he plays out on the roadway I'm afraid that will be that
There'll be one last despairing MEOW and a sort of squelchy SPLAT
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's Moggy
Just red and squashed and soggy
He's Nobody's Moggy now
Ooohmm
DON'T WORRY. BE HAPPY.
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ANZAC DAY (Lest we forget)
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Posted:Apr 25, 2006 2:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2006 1:34 am
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Hello,
On this day 25th of April. Is the Day that we Aussie's and Kiwi's remember's our Men & Women that served in WW1 WW2 and all the rest of the wars we were in (even if it is know by other names).
It was the day that we landed on the Turkish shores (Gallipoli). This cost us a lot of lives.
There was an Australian movie made in 1980/1, "About Gallipoli" (the real battle would be a lot worse). Staring a young Mel Gisbon.
ANZAC Day ‒ 25 April ‒ is the day Australians remember the original landing on Gallipoli in 1915.
The spirit of ANZAC, with its human qualities of courage, mateship and sacrifice, continues to have meaning and relevance for our sense of national identity.
On this day, the service of our veterans is acknowledged in ceremonies held in towns and cities across the nation.
The ever-growing attendances testify to ANZAC Day’s significance for all Australians. In Canberra, the Memorial, in close cooperation with RSL ACT, hosts the Dawn Service and the National ANZAC Day Ceremony.
25 April 2006 is the 91st anniversary of the Gallipoli landing. The Gallipoli campaign resulted in the deaths of over 8,000 Australians and in the creation of an enduring “ANZAC legend”, both powerful factors in Australia’s continuing remembrance of war.
I should point out, That it is also New Zealand's day as well. They also service for King and country as well as Australia has done.
Also the Turks (whom have lost as many if not more lives) also pays respect on this day.
Any one is welcome to give more information.
I am and will be forever grateful to these Men & Women.
LEST WE FORGET
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Drovers Dream
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 4:54 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 5:18 pm
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G'day,
How are all you today? I can not seem to Email. But I will keep trying. What do you think of this one? Talk about Dreams. Well maybe there some better,   .
Drovers Dream
I was traveling with my sheep and my mates were fast asleep
No moon or stars were shining in the sky
I was dozing I suppose but my eyes had hardly closed
When a very strange procession passed me by
First came a kangaroo with his swag of blankets blue
He had with him a dingo for a mate
They were traveling pretty fast and they shouted as they passed
We've got to be getting home it's getting late
Then three frogs from out of the swamp where the atmosphere is damp
Came up and gently sat down on the stones
They unrolled their little swags and took from their dilly bags
A fiddle. a banjo and some bones
Then a little bandicoot played a tune upon the flute
Three koala bears came down and formed a ring
And the pelican and the crane they flew in from the plain
And amused the company with a highland fling
Then three parrots in their joy sang the Wild Colonial Boy
A frilly lizard waltzed round with a smile
Then from out the old she oak a laughing jackass spoke
And spare me happy days he ran a mile
Then the emu standing near with his claw up to his ear
Sang Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep
I was underneath the cart, the boss woke me with a start
Saying Clancy where the hell are the flaming sheep
Pls reply. If I do not reply, it is because I am having prolems in Email.
DON'T WORRY. BE HAPPY
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MMMM Still looking
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 5:36 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 2:6 am
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Still looking,
Hope you like the two poems I put in. I will get more later. I feel alone here. Feel free to email me, or reply here.
I need sex ladies. 
Well a little one:
The Man from Snowy River
THERE was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses – he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock- snuffs the battle with delight.
Just one verse today.
rest later.
DON'T WORRY. BE HAPPY.
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Clancy of the overflow
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 3:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2006 3:42 am
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Hi again, I hope like this one.
Another great Aussie poetry.
CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW
A.B. (Banjo) Paterson
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy, of The Overflow".
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know wherehe are."
In my wild erratic fancy, visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the, tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow; they have no time to waste.
And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".
DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY.
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My Country
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Posted:Apr 23, 2006 4:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2006 5:03 am
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Hi again,I hope you all like this poem.
It is about the love for Ausralia.
MY COUNTRY
Dorothea MacKellar
The love 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 konw, 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 floodng rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror-
The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-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 se the cattle die-
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The sready soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow old,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the tirsty 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.
I hope you liked it.
DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY.
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Gidday, Privet, Hello, Sallam, Hi.
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Posted:Jan 28, 2006 4:24 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2008 4:19 pm
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Looking for fun with some of you nice ladies.
Yes, I am married, but for how long I do not know. Just feel alone here.
Need to find spice in my life. Feel free to email me. Even if it is just for a friendly chat, is OK. Or some thing more. mmmmmm I can't be that bad. Come on Girls.
Being good boy with 15 to 17 years of wedded bliss. Not once playing up. Found out that I may as well. Becasue she played up anyway. So here I am, Looking for Women on the net. Here in Australia and over seas. May have had offers in real, but You have to be to the point with me. I can be a bit slow. Or mabe I have just been faithful. Well, which ever it is, I am now lookng for fun. To make my self feel better? mmmmm may be. But I hope, I can make you(ladies) feel better, If in sex (real or cyber) or just a friend/pen pale. Email me...or just reply. Hope to hear from you.
Don't worry, Be happy.
I will post a photo soon....hopfully one that is better than my profile.
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