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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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

More Quotes From ACKROYD (The Novel, Not the Actor)

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He fits into his mood changes
as if they are custom-made.
Whatever the  emotion
it looks right on him.
That, I suppose,
is a description of class.

Most men are unable
to work together
beyond a certain level
of mediocrity...
to exceed that level
is to declare yourself
an enemy of your fellow worker
and therefore an exile,
open to envy, suspicion,
subversion and attack.

This is a country where you
can land in the brig
for cigarette smuggling
and get promoted into
the high command for smuggling
weapons to the enemy.

Intimidation is modern man's
last viable weapon against being
devoured by his loved ones.

"When Warhol paints
it is not to make art
but to make
the cover of Time."
 ***

(1977)  
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Monday, October 16, 2017

She Is Now In The Witness Protection Program

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After being featured
in a cat food commercial,
Silhouette was placed in
the Federal Witness Protection Program.

© Oliverio
While the commercial
was being filmed,
an assistant camera man farted.

The director was so angered
by the flatulence,
the camera man
was forced to eat cat food
while crawling across the floor.

The camera man is suing
a major film studio.
  
Silhouette witnessed
his humiliating experience.

She is now wearing a Victorian collar
with an imbedded detector
to track her every movement. 
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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Not For Public Consumption ... 68 Year Old Boy Does So Declare

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Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow
(Forty Six Years Ago)

****************

A boy dropped out of school.
The next day,
he drank himself
into a stupor.

The next day,
his mother served him
his favorite breakfast.

It was the last meal
she ever cooked
for him.

By midnight,
she was re-united 
with his father
who had died
five days after
his fifty-fifth
birthday.

She was fifty.

The boy had to 
identify her body
at the city morgue.

According to
his driver's license,
the boy was twenty-two.

According to
his poetic license,
he was twelve years old.

He was escorted
to the city morgue
in a flashy sports car
by his estranged 
brother-in-law.

He could not wait
to tell his sister
that her -ex
was now ready
to be her 
un -ex

And that mistake
would ultimately
result in
the next funeral,
four years later

When his sister
was re-united
with her parents.

However,
in 2017,
the boy has no desire
to be re-united
with his
HOLY TRINITY
anytime soon.

All because he has
finally discovered
his better half.
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Friday, October 13, 2017

Written By Zelda Sayre Before She Became Zelda Fitzgerald

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THE ICEBERG
 
Cornelia gazed out of the window and sighed, not because she was particularly unhappy, but because she had mortified her parents and disappointed her friends. Her two sisters, younger than she, were married and established for life long ago; yet here she remained at thirty years of age, like a belated apple or a faded bachelor’s button, either forgotten or not deemed worth the picking. Her father did not scold. He kindly suggested that perhaps Neilie would do more for herself if the rest of the family would leave her alone. Her brother said, “Cornie’s a fine girl and good looking enough, but she’s got no magnetism. A fellow might as well try to tackle an iceberg.” 

For all that, the family cat found her responsive enough, and the little fox-terrier fairly adored her, to say nothing of a blue jay that insisted upon a friendly dispute every time she stole to her retreat in the old-fashioned Southern garden. Her mother said, “Cornelia is not sympathetic. She looks at a man with her thoughts a thousand miles away, and no man’s vanity will stand for that. What good are beautiful clothes and musical genius if humanity is left out? No! No! Cornelia will never marry, Cornelia is my despair.”
 

Now Cornelia sometimes grew weary of disapproval and resented it. “Mother,” she would say, “is marriage the end and aim of life? Is there nothing else on which a woman might spend her energy? Sister Nettie is tied to a clerical man, and, between caring for the baby and making ends meet, looks older than I. Sister Blanche finds so little comfort in a worked-down husband that she has taken to foreign missions and suffrage for diversion. If I’m an economic proposition, I’ll turn to business.”
 

So, without more ado, she secretly took a course at business college, and taught the fingers that had rippled over Chopin and Chaminade to be equally dexterous on the typewriter. Her eyes seemed to grow larger and more luminous as she puzzled over the hieroglyphics of stenography.

“That Miss Holton is a wonder,” said the manager of the college. 


“Yes, she’s a social failure, but she bids fair to be a business success,” agreed a young man who had once fallen into her indifferent keeping.
 

Just then the phone rang. “At once, you say! Wait a moment, I’ll see.” Proceeding softly to her desk, he said, “Miss Holton, I consider you quite efficient as a pupil. Do you care to answer an emergency call? The firm of Gimbel, Brown and Company wishes a stenographer at once. What do you say to the place?”
 

“What do I say? Why, it just hits the spot. Let me get my hat and I’m off.”
“Well,” said the manager, “I do like a girl who knows what she wants.”
 

If her mother could only have heard that! Perhaps, after all, Cornelia had always known what she wanted—and failed to find it. Perhaps, after all, a social equation in trousers had not been just what Cornelia craved. Perhaps, after all, Cornelia was seeking self-expression. At any rate, she lost no time in finding Gimbel, Brown and company, and was not the least aghast that this was the mighty multi-millionaire Gimbel who needed her services.
 

“Miss Holton, you say? Cornelia Holton, the daughter of my old friend, Dan Holton? Why bless your heart, have a seat! This is so sudden! When did you enter the business arena, pray?”
 

Cornelia was not abashed. With her usual straight-forward earnestness, she said, “Yes, I’m Cornelia Holton, and I’m in business to stay. If the arena is full of Bulls and Bears, I’m here to wrestle. What can I do for you, Mr. Gimbel?”
 

With a twinkle in his eye and a queer little smile, he pushed toward her the pile of snowy paper and began to dictate. North, South, East, and West the messages flew, and Cornelia’s fingers flew with them. White, slender, and shapely, they graced the machine as they had the piano, and, when lunch hour came, her face had flushed, and the little brown curls clung to her forehead with a slight moisture of effort. Cornelia was beautiful over her first conquest of the typewriter!
 

As she rose to go, she blushed, and stammered, “Mr. Gimbel, I’ll thank you not to tell my parents of this. They have no knowledge of my business enterprise and would be quite horrified. You know, nothing succeeds like success. I have been a failure long enough.” And she smiled as she left, the old grace of the distasteful ball-room clinging to her in spite of her steady resolve.
 

“Well, by jove!” exclaimed Mr. Gimbel. “By Jove!” he reiterated, “who’d a thought a Holton woman would go into business! Why, that girl’s mother was the greatest belle that this city ever produced. Well, she couldn’t get married, maybe.” So he too, went his way thinking of the little wife that had died years ago and of the great emptiness that had taken her place and that he had tried to fill with money.
 

Several months flew by. The Holton’s had their shock when Cornelia announced her business success, and were again in the normal path of life. The cat said, “I told you so! I knew she had the element of success in her!” The little dog barked, “Doggone her! I always knew I didn’t wag my tail for nothing.” The blue jay noisily called, “Aw, come on now and let’s finish our dispute. You can build a nest if I can, and you can hatch a family, too, if you try. Aw go awn!” But that was nothing to what the society world said when Cornelia Holton and James G. Gimble walked quietly to the study of the Reverend Devoted Divine and were made one, even to the millions and the famous homestead was also a palace of art and aesthetic refinement.
 

Mrs. Holton fainted over her coffee-cup when she unfolded the morning paper and beheld the head-lines, side-by-side with, and quite as large as the war news. Mr. Holton chuckled, as he emptied the water-bottle over her most expensive negligee. “I always said Cornelia had something up her sleeve.” “Well, the old girl must have warmed up at last,” added her brother.
 

The front door opened and in walked the disheveled sisters, screaming, “Mamma, mamma—Cornelia, the old maid—she has out-married us all!”

Zelda Sayre

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Footnotes
A prize-winning story, THE ICEBERG was published
in the 1918 Sidney Lanier High School Literary Journal.

One month after graduating from High School, Zelda met Scott Fitzgerald.
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The 82nd Bullet: With And Without

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Knowledge with wisdom
yields intelligence.
Knowledge without wisdom
yields information.

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 Footnote
THE 82nd BULLET  is the copyrighted property of  LCSoL.

Only the first 45 Bullets are linked together
because we do not want to make life easy
for our favorite thieves.
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Song About That Thing Which Runs Interference For Fear

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Doubt comes in 
and turns the wine
:::
Doubt comes in
and leaves a trace
of vinegar and turpentine
:::
Doubt comes in
and kills the lights
:::
Doubt comes in
with tricky fingers
:::

Doubt comes in
with fickle tongues
:::

Doubt comes in 
and my heart falters
and forgets the songs it sung
 
Where are you? 
Where are you now? 

Lyrics for
Doubt Comes In
written by
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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Mrs. CarPeo Gets Curious After Columbus Day Is Re-Named

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Will the city of
Columbus, Ohio
be renamed 
???
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A Former Substitute Teacher Considers This MUST-POST-worthy

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npr.org

Please note:
This former substitute teacher
indelibly remembers the day
students threatened to chain him
to the teacher's desk because
they had thought it impossible
for someone to make
the Quadratic Formula
understandable

The next
GoFather/Trump page
is
TBD
but promises to be
devoid of my ego  
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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

In 1977, Jules Feiffer Predicted Birth Of ... Urban Dictionary

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If you cannot eliminate the mother,
eliminate the mother tongue.

Ackroyd
(1977)
Quote is from page 147
of this edition

More quotes
from this book are
here 
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How To Pay a Compliment To Someone In New Jersy

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The debate is not whether 
The debate is whether
that word was preceded by
a profane adjective
However,

In New Jersey,
calling someone a
 f--king moron
is a term of endearment

________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
The punchline was spoken
by a guest on
the Stephanie Ruhle show
yesterday

The next
GoFather /Trump page
is
here  
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Ars Longa, Vita Brevis [HKu #46]

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The artist will die
but the art
—if it is good enough—
will not die

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Footnotes
 ARS LONGA, VITA BREVIS
[Art is Long, Life is Brief]
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL

The next GoFather Haiku page is
TBD
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Sunday, October 8, 2017

Do Tell Me What To Don't

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If
you
do
tell
me
to
listen
to
these
Don't
songs
in
alphabetical
order...
I
will
say
Consider
it done 
  

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Footnote
If perchance your curiosity is aroused
by names such as YOUNG JESSIE,
then you might as well listen to
what the Beatles learned from
before recording  Yer Blues.
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Saturday, October 7, 2017

Photoverio #272: Two Skinny Musicians

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© Oliverio 
Silhouetted with the Spotlight
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Onion News Week In Review Unveiled Cost-Cutting Measure

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By Using The Same Evidence
In Every Case

This cost-cutting
news report
originally
aired
in 2011

I have a yen
I have the blues
for the days when
FAKE NEWS
was nothing more than
FUNNY

________________________________________________________________________________________________
Footnotes
The italic verse was written by "Muddy Walters"

That name and that verse are
the copyrighted property of LCSoL

Vintage views of
ONION NEWS
Week in Review
are always good
to choose
despite pre-dating
all Trumpian anxieties
and the absence of
terminal punctuation
marks

However, there may be
a seemingly interminable
advert but this video
is worth the wait

If you're lucky,
the advert may be skipped
after seven seconds  
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What You See Below This Title Is Not A Hyperlink To Fake News

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Friday, October 6, 2017

The Only Thing It Needs [HKu #45]

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Anger is never in need of truth:
All it needs is ventilation.

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Footnotes
THE ONLY THING IT NEEDS is the copyrighted property
of the  Lewis Carroll School of Logic.

The next GoFather Haiku page is
here.
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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Puerto Rico Issues Travel Ban

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Reported by
Andy Borowitz

The next
GoFather/Trump
page is
here
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A Few Words About Thinking From Someone Full Of Thoughts

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Our poets have stopped
wanting to think ever since
they think they heard
the philosophers say that
thought is no longer
supposed to be
a matter of thinking,
but rather of living.

Life is to blame for everything.
But in God's name:
What is living?

Robert Musil
Posthumous Papers
of a Living Author  

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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

His Talent Was The Opposite Of "Petty" ... May He Rest In Peace

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She was an American girl
raised on promises

She couldn't help thinking that there
was a little more to life
somewhere else

After all it was a great big world
with lots of places to run to
...

American Girl
(song commences after advert)
Born: October 20, 1950
Died October 2, 2017

Rest in peace, Tom

You will now be reunited
with your next-door neighbor,
Garry Shandling
who also passed away
at age sixty-six  
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Robert Earl Keen And THE GREAT HANK ... And The VW Bug

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When I was only sixteen years old
I went from Houston to Abilene

With a spunky
stunningly handsome woman
in a Volkswagen Bug

She was grown
with some kids all her own.


A commitment-free divorcee,
and I was a man in love.


We had only one 8-track tape
but it was of the late
great 
Hank Williams
and we sang
in two-part harmony

"Hey good lookin',
how's about cookin'

Something up with me"



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Please Add Your Image To Scott Fitzgerald's Words

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She was gone 
before he realized it.
She was only the back of her hair
curling up around her hat.

Travel Together

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Footnote
The next Fitzgerald page is
here. 
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Sunday, October 1, 2017

What The Ken Burns VIET NAM WAR Documentary Ignored

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...




And it looks like it
could have happened
anywhere but this
is just four images of the
VIET NAM WAR
documentary,
co-created by Ken Burns.

I could have selected
as many as forty-thousand
images of the war that,
indisputably,
the United States
LOST.

Everything you ever wanted
to know about
the Southeast Asian
conflict is within the ten-part
TWENTY HOUR
documentary.

That includes significant
interviews with
North Viet Nam soldiers,
i.e.,
the people our soldiers
were sent to kill.

The only thing missing
from this mind-numbing
must-watch series is
THE EXTENSION OF
THE VIET NAM MEMORIAL WALL

The Memorial Wall
in Washington DC
 lists the names
of more than 58,000 Americans
who died in Viet Nam.

The Wall was completed in 1982.

The United States of America's
involvement in the Viet Nam War
ended in 1973.

But an extension of
the Memorial wall should include
the name
Raymond H. Peterssen
who died on February 9, 2012.

Raymond, a Marine
—like his father—
was in Viet Nam
from 1969 through 1971.

For thirty-nine years after
the conflict ended,
Ray Peterssen's body
was poisoned by
Agent Orange,
the herbicidal perfume
that we sprayed
all over Viet Nam. 

The presence of Agent Orange
in Raymond's liver
finally killed him
in 2012.

I have yet to talk to
an American Viet Nam veteran
who does not know
a fellow veteran
who died under the same
delayed circumstances.

There are many, many other names
that can be added to
the extension of
The Viet Nam Memorial Wall. 

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This Quote Is From Either Kierkegaard Or Kafka ... So I Thought ... But Then I'm Thinking About ... Tronald Dump Donald Trump

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One can prove the existence of God
by standing on one foot
but it is better to kneel
on two knees
to thank God
for existing


The quote may be slightly paraphrased
but I first encountered it
at least fifty years ago
when I thought acquaintance
with Kafka and Kierkegaard
made me grateful
for my existence

IT IS MENTIONED HERE,
HOWEVER,
BECAUSE LAST YEAR,
A PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE
GOT DOWN ON ONE KNEE,
BEFORE A FOOTBALL GAME
BEGAN

ONE YEAR LATER,
THAT GESTURE SET OFF
A FIRESTORM
OF INSANITY AND INANITY
IN THAT THING CALLED

BUT THE FIRESTORM
WAS MERE FIREWOOD
FOR THE PRESIDENT'S  
JOCK ITCH SUPPORTERS
OF THE CAUCASION
PERSUASION

THE FIREWOOD
KEEPS THOSE SUPPORTERS
WARM AND COZY
AND OBLIVIOUS
TO THE DUPLICITOUS
 (AND DUMBILICIOUS)
NATURE THAT IS THEIR 
"WHITE KNIGHT"
               
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Footnote
The next GoFather/Trump page is  here.
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What Is It About That Thing Called Love

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Is it north, south
east or west

at its worst
or at its best

it has got legs
faster than
its eyes

it has got volume
ever-changing 
size

it is good, it is bad
with a launching pad

for that thing
called hate

early or late

***


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Footnote
WHAT IS IT ABOUT THAT THING CALLED LOVE
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Saturday, September 30, 2017

I Am Teaching Myself How NOT To Be A Liar

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If I were to say
either...

A) I will quit smoking 
next week.

B) I will quit smoking
as a New Year's resolution.

C) I will quit smoking.

Then...

If what I say is choice A ...
and I do not quit smoking next week,
then I am a liar.

If what I say is choice B ...
and come next January 1,
I am still smoking,
then I am a liar.
 
However,
if what I say is choice C ...
and I do not quit smoking
within a year,
I am not  a liar
because I did not specify
when I would quit
smoking.

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A Nonsensical Nonsence Poem

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The nonsense splattered
across the room

Verbs, nouns, adjectives
went to neutral corners
assessing the absurdity
the syllables
the syllabus
the silly bull
and all other
parts of speech

Verbs, nouns, adjectives
went to neutral corners,
kowtowing to each other
in proper order

Then everything
made sense

© Paul Oliverio ©

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The Reason Why MAD Magazine Is Must-Reading

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"But I don't want to go
 among mad people,"
 Alice remarked.

"Oh, you can't help that,"
  said the Cat:
"we're all mad here.
  I'm mad. You're mad."

"How do you know I'm mad,"
  asked Alice.

"You must be,"
  said the Cat,
"or you wouldn't have come here."


  Lewis Carroll 
  Alice In Wonderland
Illustration by

________________________________________________________________________________________________ Footnote 
But is this possibly the reason why
Alfred E. Neuman has never been portrayed as Alice in Wonderland ?
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Friday, September 29, 2017

STREET ART UTOPIA (#33): Let It Rain

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Chris Wiedmann

The next
Street Art Utopia
page is
TBD
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Thursday, September 28, 2017

From The Long Beach Jetty Parking Lot ... [ pST #26]

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© Oliverio
On the Rock



The next 
Superimposed Text page
is
TBD



The p in the title
stands for
photoverio
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If Your Name Is Reed, Please Read ... Even If You Are NOT Reed

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Whistle while you swim
if your name is Jim

If your name is Pam
don't swim while
eating ham

Are you Jack or Jill?
back stroke
for healthy
thrill

If your name is paul
swim the stroke
of crawl

If no one's in the pool
(because air is too cool)
and you are a duck
then you are in luck



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Footnote
IF YOUR NAME IS REED, PLEASE READ...
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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Felini Photograph ... sic ... [ pST #25]

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© Oliverio

Bullish


The next 
Superimposed Text page
is
here


The p in the title
stands for
photoverio
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Images of A Muse ... With Two Poems By Her Husband

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The Muse =  Nunsch Eluard
The Poet =    Paul Eluard
 





**********

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