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In Praise of Science
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These days I'm on the lookout
for a dentist,
an oil company exec,
and believe it or not a newlywed
Methodist minister
even though, between his bride and me,
there was nothing really going on.

Only the professor of physics
took my sleeping with his wife
as something besides picking his pocket
or even a capital crime.

A chance meeting
months after the affair
one night in a quick market
in front of the stacked cases
brought this result:
pointing to a brand of stout, he said,
Try this, it's delicious.

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Jon Erickson
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Copyright © Jon Erickson
June 1996

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