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 please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Another Poem By Mrs. CarPeo

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HIDDEN FRUIT

In a strange land
I feel not his hand
I see not his face
In this faraway place
All covered in felt
Even a belt! He sleeps
In a cocoon, a suit
For the moon, a natural
fur to inhibit pursuit
of his fruit.


Mrs. CarPeo 


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Footnote
HIDDEN FRUIT is the copyrighted property of LCSoL. 
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    1. Hir sute or His sute
      is warmer than a
      Birthday sute
      on a cold
      night

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