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Where’s my jet pack?

In the future, any clodhopper was supposed to be able to travel in space,

make his daily commute in a flash, in his own personal Ford Lincoln hovercar.

We were supposed to be colonizing new worlds,

but since we went to the moon,

we’ve been content not to journey beyond our own satellite.

We are far more interested,

in the Twenty First century,

with securing our borders,

than we are with traveling to the stars.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. charcoalgypsy
    June 3, 2010 at 2:27 am

    Cool…I like this…love the idea of a “personal Ford Lincoln hover car.” Nice job on the prompt!

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