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 laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Saturday, February 27, 2016

Swinging Sunset Bag Trees

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 © Poem written by Mrs. Oliverio ©

Image source: Jay Pegg
Finger knitting
circles of lady trees.
plaiting their branches
for the soon to arrive,
softly pastel buds.

They watch the young
and mature male trees,
muscled from boxing
the swinging plastic bags,
yellow but mostly whitish.

Songs stick in your head.
Birds perhaps formed songs
in trees, to remember,
make traffic signals.
Is this why we chant?

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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2016 at 4:18 PM

    Mr. O. has nice picture
    that features birds posing
    as tree creatures

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