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arithmetic



change 
comes
swiftly
though for some
a gradual slide
as math evolves; fingers to head

Rene ~ 2013

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  1. Of all the things this picture made me think of, arithmetic would have been the last!lol

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    1. it's more than just doing the math, though :)
      Thanks

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  2. Eloquent and meaningful; good writing...

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  3. Will we eventually times war with zero, then? Thanks for coming by.

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    1. Someday we will. It is the one thing I am sure of. When is the bigger question.

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  4. Yes I noticed also the change purse...but I decided it was empty. HA!

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  5. Perhaps he is reading a menu and figuring out what he can afford with the money in his purse.

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  6. Love it ... or fingers under the table tapping out the math on his knee.

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  7. change was in my mind....change of a different kind

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    1. I was trying to convey both here, subtlely :)
      Thanks, Kathe

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  8. very clever write... there's my 2 cents... haha

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    1. Penny for your thoughts
      Put your two cents in...
      Someone's making a penny
      ~ Steven Wright

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  9. of course it’s arithmetic, what else.

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  10. Alas, after my trusty solar-powered Casio calculator finally bit the dust, I feel like I no longer count.

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