I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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Perhaps he helped Mum by washing his clothes in the toilet bowl???
:-P
BTW, would you consider changing your RSS feed so that the entirety of your posts are uploaded?
USelaine, if only! He did a poo in the shower the other day, and then indignantly demand that I deal with it ASAP.
Kiwi, so you’re telling me that he’s extraordinarily handsome then, are you? ;)
Z, he broke my PC, so no changes there. I have always tried to link the title to either the image or text. Sometime those linkages exist only within my head, however. It’s pretty convoluted inthere, you see.
I have put your RSS request to the board of management and expect a decision by the weekend.
April, no, but he did eat half a tube of toothpaste the other evening!
Jackie, he struggles to unwrap them, let alone get the paper back on!
Jill, he is attractive, isn’t he? ;)
Lynette, too bloody intelligent sometimes!
And stubborn. Just like his mother...