He could have made many other decisions. His brother
told him years ago "Come to Australia.
Johnny, leave all that prattle, come and work with my cattle,
why the hell should you battle in DC? John, that'll
just reduce you to ulcers, and failure."
Pond, woodcut by Frederick Nunley
fishpond
Pip Wilson
This is the blog where I post poetry as I find it in the fishpond outside the door of my garden flat.
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