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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Sunday, December 25, 2016

Father Forgive Me For Not Posting This Last Night

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'Twas the night before,
 the night before Christmas,
 and all through the house,
 not a creature was stirring
 Paul's Starbucks coffee,
(since he drinks it black
  and to the rimtop of the cup).
  When up on the rooftop did appear
  Paul with his tarp gear.

  No presents, no reindeer.
  So he was snug with his
  nightcap, er, in his nightcap
  when the winds did reappear,
  and he said, when the plants
  blew down for the second time,
"that's not our problem, dear."
  
As visions of future sugarless coffees
  danced in his head.
  
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