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7 Comments

1. jane:

   Poopy. Heh.

2. aquariumdrinker:

   Poor pour-pooped poppies!

3. Erik R.:

   That reminds me of one of my favorite lyrics from Eve 6 in Open Road Song:

   I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore as I pour my poor heart out

   That’s all three homophone variations used in one sentence. With only three words separating them, no less.

   I can’t think of any other four-letter words that have three different spellings and meanings for the same exact pronunciation.

4. Ray Tibbitts:

   I love Eve 6, much more than Marcy Playground,

   but I got this song stuck in my head now,

   http://www.last.fm/music/Marcy+Playground/_/Poppies

   Long long ago, In China I’m told
   To England was traded some tea
   And so sealed the fate
   In pieces of eight
   All England and all of the world
   Yeah…poppies

   When soon his majesty
   Sent soldiers and thieves
   To India Searching for gold
   Instead from the ground
   Some magic they found
   Something far better I’m told
   Yeah…poppies

   Yeah…poppies

   And now this story told
   From days of our own
   When gossamer doggies ran ran
   They’d patiently wait
   With pieces of eight
   So everybody could smile one more time
   Yeah…poppies
   Yeah…poppies

   Marvelous photos, by the way. Especially the one with the bee, that looks like the poppy is listening to it.

5. Erik R.:

   Thanks. Yeah, poppies are the opiate of the masses. No, wait, that’s religion.

6. simon:

   Erik: how about “meet” “meat” “mete”? Or “bore” “bore” “boor”?

7. simon:

   Of course that should have read “bore” “boar” boor”…