Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9 ... PAGE FIVE

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Everything 

made of wood

was once

a tree

 

COUSIN JOE
 

 

If this song

doesn't make you

think extra thoughts,

see a doctor

immediately 

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And 

Beware of 

deleteable advert

introducing

Cousin Joe 

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Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9 ... PAGE FOUR

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Whenever George taught us

a new chord,

we wrote another song

 

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HUNTER DAVIES

Quoting Lennon or McCartney

 in

The Only 

Authorized 

Biography

Ever Written

About The Beatles

 

 

There are 

one million and one

books about the Beatles

but only one was written

with their 

absolute approval   

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Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9 ... PAGE THREE

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Father forgive me

but 

I 

PROUDLY

confess

that my 

shoplifting talents

are still

very much 

alive and well

 

BUT

none of anyone's 

possessions

are threatened

if 

the owners treat me

with

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

 

At an early age,

my Shoplifting skills

were developed at the

Special House In Tuckahoe

(commonly known as the Shithouse)

 

Unless Reese's Pieces

quadruples in price,

my shoplifting dollar value

will not exceed

$10

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________

________

 

There may be a deleteable advert 

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Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9 PAGE TWO

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She 

Could 

Have 

 Danced 

All Night 

Plastic Fantastic Lover

 

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 _______ 

 

 

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Number 9 ... Number 9 ... Number 9 ...

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*** 

Some kind of innocence

is measured out 

in years

 

You don't know 

what it's like

to listen to 

 your fears

 

Some kind of solitude

is measured out

in you

 

You think you

know me

but you haven't

got a clue

 

The Beatles

  Hey Bulldog 

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Hyperlink has deleteable advert    

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I've Never Been So Blue ...

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I've never been 

so blue

since 

I last saw you

in 

that real estate

office

 

I made you laugh

so loud

you ignored

Mr. Fatwad

and 

gave your soul 

to me 

 

Your open mouth

sucked me into

that open house

but you recovered

from that 

dose of me 

and

the open house

 has now been sold

and you

disappeared 

 

I never felt

 this old 

 

© PhotoVerio #1020.5

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This Is Very Hard To Believe

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The Grand Hotel in Milan

is very exclusive

 

I combed through

hundreds of its images

and not one

features

the roaring lion

in the courtyard

 

But I think I know why:

 

I photographed it 

in 2008

and immediately

received a text

from the hotel

asking if

I'd let them post it

but 

I said NO

because they would not

pay me for doing so

 

You lucky readers

get to see it for free

!!!

 

© Oliverio ©           3x

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PhotoVerio #1020: Nature's Roulette Wheel

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© Oliverio

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Once Upon A Time ...

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Abstract Art

was 

a 

natural thing

 

© PhotoVerio #1019.5

 

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PhotoVerio #1019: Humpbacked Sand

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© Oliverio

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Amanda Will Get A Free Ride ... In Her Wagon Of Choice

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© PhotoVerio #1018.5

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Don't Know What It Is ... But I Like It

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Artist Unknown

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Regarding My Elephantine Ego

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I have 

 83 percent GENIUS

status 

on the

NYTimes Spelling Bee

+

99th percentile status

on

WORDLE

 

+

200 percent pride status

for doing so

 

Despite appearances,

both 

"NYTimes Spelling Bee"

+

"WORDLE"

are 

hyperlinked 

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PhotoVerio #1018: Stop Lights

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© Oliverio ©

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HOODA HELAMI Poem: Stained Glass Widows

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Stained glass widows

with tear-stained eyes

pass the test

as their beloved

is put to rest 

 

Memories float

in their head

mourning the 

recent dead 

 

But when alive

they did arrive

across the land

hand-in-hand

full of glee 

 

Head-held high

they filled the sky

with family

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___________

 

HOODA HELAMI

Alter Ego #142857

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