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A poem about knowing the odds

Updated on May 27, 2013

The Long Shot

Much like a snowball's plight
while flames shimmer sharply
and pitchforks jab the air

or the odds a bookie would slap
upon a conscience locked in
combat with a politician

and not dissimilar to prospects
Cubs fans have faced since 1908
whenever autumn leaves glow red

are the chances that today will
be anything but enchanting given
you and I are here, together.

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      Nancy 4 years ago from California

      What are the odds that I would ponder through and find this poem at this time, here and now? Slim to none usually but felt should be here on this site at this time today. Very nice writing. Voted up

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      Darrylmdavis 4 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Apparently better than average, actually. ;-) Thanks for stopping by! :-)

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      The use of those negative odds, a snowball in hell and the beleaguered Cubs fans to lead up to the wonderful prospect of a day that promises to be "enchanting" with a loved one, is ingenious, delightful even.

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      Darrylmdavis 4 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Thanks, Xstatic :-)

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      Valleypoet 4 years ago

      It was a nice surprise to find that this was a romantic poem right at the end...the odds seemed to be against it....great write Darryl:-))

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      Darrylmdavis 4 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Thanks, Valleypoet...snuck it in there ;-)

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