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The Professor Turned To Me

The professor turned to me
       What is infinity?

     ‘Neither the stars in the sky
       nor the sand next the sea’
         thought me

     The answer, thus he:
       ‘Every thousand years
     a bird picks up a single 
       grain of sand, oh-so-wee’

     ‘And even that 
       'is not infinity'
         thus me

     ‘Jolly good!’ 
       chuckled he

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Panagiota Romios Date: 6/11/2022 12:23:00 PM Love this.! Bestowing the Order of Favehood upon it. Her Majesty??ROFLMAO!! Queen Panagiota. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 6/12/2022 6:47:00 PM The 'order of Favehood!' Whoa! That's a first... Thanks, Queen P.

John Watt Date: 6/10/2022 12:46:00 PM infinity = divinity ~ thus me Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 6/12/2022 6:50:00 PM And Divinity is my vicinity. ~ George Burns

L Milton Hankins Date: 6/10/2022 10:35:00 AM "Jolly good," I say. Infinity the unimaginable. And somehow we are always trying. Login to Reply

Jeff Kyser Date: 6/9/2022 8:35:00 PM It seems that for infinity, We have a like affinity. As a kid I asked my Dad, What’s infinity plus one? He looked at me and smiled, Said, what do you think, son? Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 6/9/2022 8:39:00 PM Let's find one more with our affinity... We'll form a trinity. ~ Holy Heavens, Batman! :) Robin