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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A hug for him and for Henry too!!!!!
Is he really walking unaided?
You know that here in Iran we do not have much blue eyed! most of people are brown but my 2 years old cousin is blue eyed :)
Priyanka, "gublu gublu", I'll have to remember that!
Roddy, videos soon!
Sarah, I don't know where he got the blue eyes from. Not from my side anyway, we're all brown eyed...
Keep them Precious until then.
Oh poor Roddy...so long away from his darling grandsons! At least you get to see them here...as I do! My favourite time of the day, checking to see if there are any photos of H and Ez...!!! I think they are both gublu gublu too.