It's Ezra, it's up close, and by christ I have a rotten headache. Camomile hasn't dented it, nor has paracetamol. This is going to take trading in the toddler for a goldfish.
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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drool stains are SO hard to remove! :-0
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And I wonder were do you get the time from to post so much and so good.
I know - it does not make any sense, however try it - the pain, if it is not a massive one, will go away after 15 minutes.
you do know what we want to see. :-)
Your kids might love it when their a little older...it's a kids picture book.