Happy Birthday Horus

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Hope your day is full of erotic pleasures

Happy Birthday mate

We should have a shin dig while we still have these warm summer nights

Maybe a visit to the Hieroglyphs

Hope all is well

Catch up soon

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[Yeti101]

Happy birthday man, hope to see you soon.

[El Presidente Hillbillios]

happy birthday old fella

[-RC-]

Not so oldie, but a goodie

[Sallubrious]

Happy Birthday Horus.

Don't drink too much whiskey mate, not without me anyway

You could make a cameo appearance on here once every now and then

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 thumb-nail 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 where he 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 wond’rous 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 children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp 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 cash-book and the journal–
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.

[Horus]

Thanks so much guys.

You all know how much I love my plant bros

Spent my Birthday at ones lovely wedding, in a botanic garden of course !!

Come on lets catch up soon, I miss you guys.

Autumn camp time soon as well !!

And yes Sally, I plan to start hanging around again,

now I have found out my bro Responsible Choice has got the forum bug.

Much love

Big Old Col.

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 Happy Birthday Horus !!!

[DiscoStu]

Appy belated birthday for 4 years ago. Not sure if if you had one this year i didnt want to be presumptuous