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A Work In Progress (Sonnet for Charlotte)
I think I like someone. What should I do?
Agnizing, her bearing has caught off guard.
Pause, reflect... enough data to review;
A simple survey... why make this so hard?
First steps are subtle, to shared envisions,
Endowing part of a sudden, not all...
How does one weigh in random provisions,
When sample sizes, in hand, are so small?
Knowing, emotion is driving this team,
Running rampant from cause to consequence;
If my first impressions are as they seem,
Nothing more is required here, to convince.
Count me, all in; nothing more to address;
She is far more than a work in progress.
Michael Todd (2013)
NOTE: I got the idea for this poem from Charlotte Blackwell.
You can find her here... http://charlotteblackwell.blogspot.com/
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