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If I shave with Occam’s razor I will only grow a gross beard; And all my scientific friends Will think that I am truly weird. If I want a small feline pet, Should I adopt Schrodinger’s cat? Will its fur be real, soft, and smooth; Or will I only think it so? If life, Darwin wrote, rose random, And that is how I came to be, If I sought to recreate me Would I find that I had no chance? If I find Yogi’s fork, in road, And take it to get dirty rice Would I find a place so busy Nobody goes there anymore? If I saw a Mobius strip At a past midnight burlesque show I’d see each curve, inside and out ‘Til my dazed mind went off the edge. If I race up Max Escher’s stairs, On his twisted angular trail, In search of Babel’s pinnacle, Will I ever reach his roof top? If I muse, did Thinker find love In the Venus de Milo’s arms Before Rodin cast his great mind Into a nude body of bronze?

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Date: 3/14/2022 7:17:00 PM
Very beautiful thoughts. Beautifully written. Congratulations!
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Date: 11/21/2018 11:08:00 PM
Normal laws do not apply to this poetic creation where Mobius and Escher never reach their endpoint, yet trace and tread only to find their beginnings. The title “If” is truely relative. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll be reading more of your thought provoking work in the future!
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Date: 11/18/2018 8:15:00 PM
so many fun little thoughts. You were on a roll with this set, David.
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Date: 11/16/2018 11:16:00 PM
Very clever, David. A Fav for me :) ~Mark
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