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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That said, it is still a month away.. Yamini can clebrate Henry's hair like Diwali. :-)
I, however, like his neat and tidy look better. :)
And to this Yamini is sure to say that I love to oppose her... which is true as well :D
I, unfortunately for the rest of you, get to hold Henry on my infrequent visits.
SORRY!
Lovely hair in the sunshine and that t-shirt colour suits u well.
As for Kris/Priyanka,
No matter what you say or do, I will always love Henry's hair, it is simply gorgeous.
Kris,
Would try to send you a piece of action in mail next month, Diwali is on October 17 this year. Keep an eye out for the postman. :-)
The young master Henry looks as though he is hell bent on getting somewhere.
Tell me, does he need any help getting his boots on and off?