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Put me on this beach
with a pocket counter
device.
Let me count all–
or half or just
half of one half–
of the grains
of sand.
When I stop
I will know
how much
I love
Carol.
We have time
but she is sleeping
and dreaming about
her mother and me
getting caught shoplifting at Macy's.
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It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...
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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We seldom shopped at Macy's and snagging a sale was much more fun.
ReplyDeleteBut in the complete Macy's dream,
Deletea Strauss waltz was super-snagged....
Upon arriving home, the three of us
did a modified Boogie-dance
to the Blue Danube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CTYymbbEL4
I love Paul, completely.
ReplyDeleteAnd Paul loves Carol
Deletecompletely and sweetly.
He is dipped in
DeleteSweet and sour
Sauce
Sometimes sweet
Deletesometimes sour...
Without the thorn
who protects the flower?
Sour is nice
ReplyDeletebut my advice
Is to be sweet
when your face
looks like a beet.
Advice well-taken.
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