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It is only God that saves a cow that has no tail from flies.

 

 

http://www.squidoo.com/african-quotes-proverbs-and-sayings

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Me come yah fe drink milk, me noh come yah fe count cow

I came here to drink milk, not to count cows.

Mind your own business. Enjoy what you are entitled to. Don’t worry about details which do not concern you.

 https://www.nlj.gov.jm/?q=jamaican-proverbs#cow

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The Cows on Killing Day

BY LES MURRAY

All me are standing on feed. The sky is shining.
All me have just been milked. Teats all tingling still
from that dry toothless sucking by the chilly mouths
that gasp loudly in in in, and never breathe out.
All me standing on feed, move the feed inside me.
One me smells of needing the bull, that heavy urgent me,
the back-climber, who leaves me humped, straining, but light
and peaceful again, with crystalline moving inside me.
Standing on wet rock, being milked, assuages the calf-sorrow in me.
Now the me who needs mounts on me, hopping, to signal the bull.
The tractor comes trotting in its grumble; the heifer human
bounces on top of it, and cud comes with the tractor,
big rolls of tight dry feed: lucerne, clovers, buttercup, grass,
that’s been bitten but never swallowed, yet is cud.
She walks up over the tractor and down it comes, roll on roll
and all me following, eating it, and dropping the good pats.
The heifer human smells of needing the bull human
and is angry. All me look nervously at her
as she chases the dog me dream of horning dead: our enemy
of the light loose tongue. Me’d jam him in his squeals.
Me, facing every way, spreading out over feed.
One me is still in the yard, the place skinned of feed.
Me, old and sore-boned, little milk in that me now,
licks at the wood. The oldest bull human is coming.
Me in the peed yard. A stick goes out from the human
and cracks, like the whip. Me shivers and falls down
with the terrible, the blood of me, coming out behind an ear.
Me, that other me, down and dreaming in the bare yard.
All me come running. It’s like the Hot Part of the sky
that’s hard to look at, this that now happens behind wood
in the raw yard. A shining leaf, like off the bitter gum tree
is with the human. It works in the neck of me
and the terrible floods out, swamped and frothy. All me make the Roar,
some leaping stiff-kneed, trying to horn that worst horror.
The wolf-at-the-calves is the bull human. Horn the bull human!
But the dog and the heifer human drive away all me.
Looking back, the glistening leaf is still moving.
All of dry old me is crumpled, like the hills of feed,
and a slick me like a huge calf is coming out of me.
The carrion-stinking dog, who is calf of human and wolf,
is chasing and eating little blood things the humans scatter,
and all me run away, over smells, toward the sky.

Les Murray, “The Cows on Killing Day” from Subhuman Redneck Poems. Copyright © 1997 by Les Murray

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178026

Better a handful of dry dates and content therewith than to own the gate of Peacocks and be kicked in the eye by a broody camel.

 

 

http://bijlmakers.com/agriculture/fruits-proverbs-and-quotes/Fotor013117433

 

When far across the desert
Shines the first hint of light,
And scarce the sun has banished one
Clear star away from night;
With bales and packs and boxes
Lashed on securely, then,
The lengthy trains of camels
Prepare to start again.

Camels poem by Rex Ingamells

http://www.instituteofaustralianculture.com/camel

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Sunday Times (Perth, WA : 1902 – 1954), Sunday 7 May 1933,

As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19361

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I’ve just killed a mulloway –
it’s eighty five pounds, twenty years old –
the huge mauve-silver body trembles in the hull.

(Adamson 2001)

http://eprints.usq.edu.au/8640/1/Fenton-Keane_BkCh_SV.pdf

We read to know that we are not alone.”

― William Nicholson

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I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which
we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path
than we have yet got ourselves. ~ E. M. Forster

http://winningspirit.com/speed_reading_quotations.shtml

sometimes when you’re alone that’s the time you can’t hear yourself!”

― Gina Marie G.

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“To learn through listening, practice it naively and actively. Naively means that you listen openly, ready to learn something, as opposed to listening defensively, ready to rebut. Listening actively means you acknowledge what you heard and act accordingly.”

— Betsy Sanders
Former Senior Vice President & General Manager Nordstrom

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.

http://www.butterflypages.com/quotes.php

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“…before you, I was a doubled-up fist – now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings.


― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain