With its end-of-the-world, mobster-motor, a-gog-cog. Unlike its wussy brother hiccups, its argument is politics not music, neither poetical like the cough.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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As I held your hand on my womb to let you know he is there, up to the day you held mine through his birth, we knew our life will be filled with wonder when our little miracle came.
"You are more perfect than we could have hoped, more beautiful than we could have dreamed, more precious than we could have imagined...we love you more than we could have known."
For Aduka, For The Closest and Far Away
"You are more perfect than we could have hoped, more beautiful than we could have dreamed, more precious than we could have imagined...we love you more than we could have known."
For Aduka, For The Closest and Far Away
Spaceboy's Cosmic Journey
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December
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- An Apple Juice A Day Keeps The Virus At Bay
- I See Colourful Snowy Elephants
- Freedom Sleepers
- Spaced Out
- Spaceboy In Lomo World
- Salads, Steaks and Baked Potatoes
- Here Comes The Sneeze
- Black, Grey, Stripes
- Are There Monsters Under My Bed?
- Lomo And Polaroids
- And They Grow So Fast...
- Those Eyebrows, Those Eyes and His Frown
- Salute
- Spaceboy And The Sky Garden
- Got Milk?
- Bolsters And Pillows
- Two And A Half Months
- Small, Bald and Handsome
- Viva la Vivo
- Zero, MsFit and The Duke
- Spaceboy and His Skull Rompers
- Fifteen Days Old Spaceboy
- Stretch, Wriggle, Stretch, Stretch
- Parenthood is Bliss
- Premature Munchkin and Jaundice
- Thirty-Four Weeks Spaceboy
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