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TPF / FRAGMENT {8 of 12} -- by BOKE

{TPF_8_01} MY GRANDPA HEARD "COMPUTERS" and believed

{TPF_8_02} that path was reas'nable -- if I should choose

{TPF_8_03} to go that way, some money'd be received.

{TPF_8_04} (OK, pull me that way, beats selling shoes.)

 
{TPF_8_05} U. Tennessee SPACE Institute (Who knew?) ...

{TPF_8_06} A batch of engineers out in the woods

{TPF_8_07} upon a lake -- Alas, I lacked the two

{TPF_8_08} hard years of calculus -- one of those shoulds . . .

 
{TPF_8_09} . . . an artist skips past happily. Thank God

{TPF_8_10} I still had school-smarts' knack and taught myself

{TPF_8_11} enough to bullshit to a skeptic's nod.

{TPF_8_12} That's why I had some math books on my shelf.

 
{TPF_8_13} But when that master's skin was on my wall,

{TPF_8_14} I stuck those pointless math books in the hall.