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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May God Bless You With Many More Happy Returns Of This Day and May You Grow To Be An Absolutely Handsome, Honest, Intelligent And Gorgeous Man!!!!
I mixed up the dates, I guess. I will wish him again on 19th.
Although I believe I know the melody Henry is singing, the words are eluding me. Perhaps a more sensitive microphone might pick up the words.
I take it that Ezra was standing. You will have to teach him to sit if he is to become a true concert pianist.
Hugs to them both.
22 seconds dnt do justice to such great performances from the Maestro duo!!
Ezra is keeping up with big bro (although he doesnt give up the chance to grab the camera as well)even as Henry has thrown all caution to wind :-)) and is singing to his heart's content.
Luv to both of them.
bring them to India.. we are big on exploiting the talent of young kids!