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A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.


In another time and another place, Ezra would have made a more than adequate Black and White Minstrel, as evidenced here by a fulsome finale to "Mammy". As it is, he's holding out hope for a role as one of Gladys Knight's Pips.

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Roddy said…
You're not saying that he is the seed of some miscontent are you?
Sue said…
Can't be a minstrel without nugget!
yamini said…
That is such a lovely romantic pose of Ezra. Hi cutiee!!!!

What are you teaching him, by the way?
He seems to be an attentive student.
Priyanka Khot said…
He looks like he is playing the part of Romeo...
Hi! Kris,
All I can say...
LOL!Ha!ha!

DeeDee ;-D
Jackie said…
Brilliant, check out those jazz hands!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, we’ve a shortage.
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, he would only do it in an ironic sense.
Kris McCracken said…
yamini, I am teaching him the art of wooing ladies. Or he is teaching me. One of them, anyway.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka Khot, he needs a rose in his mouth.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, in a good way, I hope!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, he does have jazz hands. As long as he isn’t rolling jazz cigarettes.
yamini said…
Any which way, it is a good thing to learn and will help both of you immensely, I'm sure. :-))

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