For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.
Predictions
The sun will rise tomorrow.
The days will grow ever longer
for another two months or so
then they will shrink.
Men will fall in love
despite their best efforts.
They will try to hide
their feelings or deny
them or laugh them off
as a childish crush
but men will fall in love.
Eight months or so from now
there will be dark days.
The sun will abandon
us for Southern climes
and men will wonder
if they should have said
something to you.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Yes, they absolutely should have said something to her!
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But then the Muse of Probably Unrequited Love would be out of business.
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How does one find these… ummm, men? The ones who fall in love, specifically.
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They’re usually found writing poetry blogs, poor saps.
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Eureka! 😁
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Good question Patty. But a word of advice, woman to woman: Never trust a poet. They lie for a living.
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And JeanMarie is an excellent poet and therefore a liar.
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Well, all men lie (sorry guys 😝), but the fact that poets do it for a living means that hopefully they are better at it… so when they tell me that I’m the prettiest girl in the room, I’m counting on them to really sell it!! 😂
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But that wouldn’t be a lie when I say it to you.
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Sold!! 🤣
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