Friday, November 5, 2010

Poem #49

Flying cars are not here yet.
In the future, they'll be I bet.

Talking dogs, you'll never find
except perhaps deep in your mind.

Some things likely, some things un-,
bets are lost and bets are won.

One unlikelihood already true:
lucky me gets love from you.

This one doesn't really look like a gushy love poem until you get to the end. And there it is!

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