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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How do you not wake him when you take his picture whilst sleeping? Doesn't your camera have a flash?
Yes, he is ADORABLE. Or do you want to hear the opposite :-P?
Will is right into kisses. Tonight he gave me a kiss and had the sweetest look on his little face and then cracked me on the head with the wooden spoon he carries everywere.
They have nasty streaks these little boys methinks
And Kris no one is going to believe you when you say all those bad things about our Ezra.
We all know he is such an angel.
:-)))