Subtle and insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is master of his enemy's fate.
Here is my sweet little baboo.
He's very happy here.
As a special treat, please note Henry's feet in the background...
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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He is sooooooo CUUUUUUUUTE!!!!
P.S. Henry's feet are an added bonus to the photograph, so thanks!!!!
I hope that when i eventually have babies,... they are as adorable as babboo here :-)
Yamini, laugh, giggle, squeal. the whole gamut. As for the tummies. they are both very ticklable.
Priyanka, if your children are anything like Henry and Ezra, then I am sure that they will be the most perfect children.
And Kris I like your conversations with Roddy.
I would second KL's demand. Please treat us to a video of the tickling session with Ezra, Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!!
I'm glad someone enjoys it.
May god grant both Henry and Ez AND their beautiful parents a life full of happiness and joy.
Keep smiling :))