“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Minute Beans
Your time is money.
This account-Your Life, Net Worth
spent counting minutes
Until it never
earned any interest-ing
ways to get rich quick.
Capitalism
liquid mold, carbon copies
mint makers go broke
count on your changes
to add value. Return Re-
ceipt not required.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Go figure
3 years
52 classes
787 poems
11 unfinished stories
2 books being written
a half a million words
51 friends
1 family
36 no's
5 yeses
umpteen guesses
2 cats, 2 libraries
900 pigeon
3,000 circles
0 dollars earned
30 IQ points gained
some total
always carry the one
before
the sentence ends.
Image By Yoichi R. (Yoichi Robert) Okamoto, 1915-, Photographer (NARA record: 2987665) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.THE PHYSICS AND MATH LIBRARY OF THE RUDER BOSKOVIC INSTITUTE.
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