Here are my three little angels hard at it. They're good 'uns, that's for sure.
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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They are so cute...
fit yourself between the three sometime... so that we can see My favourite four people from Tasmania :)
But just as priyanka said, we would like to see the four of you together sometime.
Ez looks so nice, specially with his two tiny hands rested on his knees, cute!!!!!
Henry must be thinking of darting out of the window, i am sure...
Ahem..ahem..no idea about the fourth one though he all the time tries to claim that he is also very beautiful with big eyes like cows...lol...
It's a travesty that I haven't won one of these SEXY BLOGGER awards yet!