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refract |riˈfrakt| verb [ trans. ] (usu. be refracted) (of water, air, or glass) make (a ray of light) change direction when it enters at an angle : the rays of light are refracted by the material of the lens. ******* ash out of a little cardboard tube- what else would you have me do? Taxed gasps but not as heavily as my thoughts- it is brought to my attention that, perhaps I think too much. and focus too little. But as I’ve enunciated countless times before what it is I’m waiting for Refraction Would it be wise just to make it happen? Refraction Nothing ever came to be by accident Refraction Except when the sunlight shone and the wind did blow with capricious direction Refraction and then a human crawled from the cosmological wreckage absolutely ******* random Refraction I suppose it’s within my grasp to change my path If only I knew where I was headed Refraction
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
this is not a poem about science
432 was the amount of a crushing defeat for 202 Toe Rags. 432 is a symbolic figure for Ireland and not a poetic metaphor either, it was the date St Patrick arrived here from Boulogne Sur Mer in Northern France, where it was a tradition of the local mariners to paint a shamrock on their fishing boats. 432 has often been associated with the 4 provinces and 32 counties. John B. Keane's "Field" was 3 Acres 1 Rood and 32 Perches, a classic representation of Ireland. 202, or TOT will become iconic also, not as a number, more the word!                <> TOT  |tɒt| verb (tots, totting, totted) [ no obj. ] (usu. as nountotting) Brit. informal salvage saleable items from dustbins or ******* heaps. local authorities frown on totting.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
432