It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A Homonym Poem

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Grammatic rule requires
crossing your t's
and 
dotting your i's

but

Poetic license permits
dotting your tease
and
crossing your eyes

However, 
be sure to call it 
"Stream of Consciousness"
  
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Footnote
A HOMONYM POEM is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 29, 2015 at 7:27 PM

    Is cinnamon a sin-o-myn?
    A sin-i-man?
    A simian?

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  2. AnonymousJuly 30, 2015 at 7:22 AM

    The homosapien's stream
    of unconscious rhyme
    In time, a hymn

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    1. Paul OliverioJuly 30, 2015 at 7:26 AM

      I must confess:
      stream of consciousness
      is not always a mess

      Unconscious rhyme
      is no crime

      It can put words
      in stellar time

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