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Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.


Clock. G.P.O. Building, Elizabeth Street, Hobart. July 2012.

Theme Thursday already and I am yet again filled with empty PROMISES.

I PROMISE to make sure that I remember Theme Thursday.

I PROMISE to try harder.

I PROMISE to be nice.

I PROMISE to do my best.

I PROMISE to stop I PROMISing.

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

I think I like the last line best, although I do like the line about remembering Theme Thursday. As for that line, you rock. And I think you do keep one promise in that you try to be the best dad and husband to your family. This does show in all your pictures.

Oh and I do hope you have had a better week at work.

God bless.
Susan said…
This sounds like something that had to be said, and tho this has a little tone of a jest, perhaps you should post it on your wall? Well said!
Unspoken said…
HAH! Yes, that's always an option :).
Dave King said…
Me too like last promise best.
Kris McCracken said…
Mrsupole, I've long given up the notion that work will get 'better'. Unfortunately.

Susan, I should do.

She Writes, options are good.

Dave, I promise.

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