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sing a song of sixpence,
a pocketful of rye,
.21818 blackbirds
baked in a pi..?

but seriously, I love how
you mix science and art,
so few realise as do you
that they are indivisible...

pi: the blackbirds will never terminate;  "Pieces of eight."  A bird in the hand that's rarely seen.  

Thank you for such a sweet compliment. Science is exiting. The laws of physics really are indivisible. Science for a moment can make sense of the illusion and call it real.


And on the other hand,

0.45 is
so very
un pi. :)

Invidisimal indeed.....

perfectured wonderment of Pishashee, wee hereby see

I feel honored by all these intelligent people that are delighted by poetry and that try and make sense of me. I think you're grand. Thank you.  

it makes a whimsical poem. the music of trumpets, & the fragrance...

I love spinning the whimsy for you. Thank you, John.  

I love how you "tick" and make me think differently, too :-). Enjoyed!

Thank you so much, Miss Chi. I think you're awesome. :)

I always smile when I read your writing. It's as whimsical, raw, and innocent as a child chasing butterflies. Yet, so astute and deep it can boggle the mind. And your wit is unmatched as well...

Very much enjoyed...

I appreciate that very much, Ed.  I enjoy you too.  :)

Playing with my food again
I was jumping around in my bouncy house
all dressed to the nines in that
white suit that ties in the back....
when suddenly I decided I was hungry for some pi...
....3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971(69 yeah that piece...)39937....
wasn't quite as good as I had remembered,
but I didn't have a formula for whipped cream in my head.

Oh my goodness
whip cream.  :)    run  


bouncy house :)  love that...