So I say to Henry, "you're a rebel. What's your cause?"
He replied that he wasn't sure, but that it involved chips in some way...
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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The camera angle in this photograph is interesting. This was the scene where Henry did some kind of a somersault and distracted both Jen and Ezra's attention away from the camera, isn't it?
So, the two musketeers are now off to kindergarten?
God bless.
Oh! I wonder if Henry, want ruffles that have ridges or plain chips?
Hi! Ezra,
Nice Pic,
and
Nice quote!
Tks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D