Does a Koala shit in a gum tree and wipe his ass on a Cockatoo? Most likely


The Cockatoo

(Mary Carolyn Davies)

Green and yellow cockatoo,
Won’t you let me talk to you?
Or if you would kinder be
Won’t you come and talk to me?

Tell me all about the places
Where the children have black faces,
Armlets, anklets, copper rings!
Where the cannibals are kings!

Has a hungry crocodile
Ever met you with a smile?
Have you taken many a trip
In a rakish pirate ship?

Cockatoo, cockatoo,
How I’d like to talk to you!
But as you can guess, I’d be
Gladder if you’d talk to me!


“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”

― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

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“And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth’s shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man’s weak praise should be given God’s attention.” 

― Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

Praise youth and it will prosper. Irish.


In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

Arthur Schopenhauer


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foto – IMM and Kati B in urunga 1996