I think you mean a palindrome number. A dyslexic is more likely to see L4L than 747. I'd drive 52 in a 25 zone whether I was dyslexic or not.

This is turning into the bearded Jesus limericks.

Here you go:

I once made a god-proof hat
like the one worn by Arafat
Now I work at 7-11s
and Highjack 747s
'guess numbers are really where it's at.

Gokdamn you Dovina, I'm foiled again.

Hurry up and copyright the name before I do.

It's my first draft so it's a little ruff (Get it,"Ruff"?:)hehehehe...

Is that on his answering machine?

I wear a hat alot. I figure if it's really God, the hat won't get in the way.

'It is easy to forget our times of knowing, to think they've been dreams or old miracles, one time. Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.'

'The world is a dream, you say, and it's lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.'

'No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?'

-Richard Bach

I used to think God was like a very large ancient cat that made alot of noise at night until you got pissed and carried him out by his neck and booted him out the door. I'd slam the door and he'd look back at me through the window with an angry look. he'd pretend to roll up his sleeves and He'd dive straight through the window which happened to be open and you'd hear a scuffle and me hollering and then the door would open. There he'd be, the big cat, holding me by the neck and then a big boot to the rear. I'd be out the door. I'd get up, turn to the door to go back in and it would slam shut and lock before I got there. And there I'd be all night, outside pounding on the door hollering Willlmaaa!

I would love to read that poem. I'd like to tell you what my God is like but I haven't finished creating him/her/it yet.

A long time ago I wrote this down somewhere. "God spoke us into being so that some day we might be gracious enough to return the favor."

That's why you would be.

There you go again. Great line.

Wow.
I see why you choose to stay out of the conversation.
But because Ranger, Dovina and me have a little different approach to love and such things I think the conversation I had with them was certainly not absurd at least in our minds. I see now that it's an obsurd conversation to have with you based on your philosophy and I appologize for the waste of time I caused you.

But you at least kissed her at the end, right?

Because these are more true to the real Dovina. They're personal unfiltered and naturally written. They're quite beautiful.

I guess your marriage could be based on brother/sister love. You are from the south after all. I said a certain SOURCE of happiness although I misspelled it the first time. As far as knowing everything about marraige goes, nobody does, not even you. I expect no more love poems written by you on this site, just happy poems.

T.M.I.

I don't love pumpkin pie. I don't spend sleepless nights thinking about pumpkin pie, I've never thought about sticking my dick in pumpkin pie(OK maybe once but I was young and curious). I see you changed happy to love. You seem to have trouble seperating the two. Marriage calls for a certain kind of love but not necessarily a certain sorce of happiness.

That already puts you way ahead of most of us.

A flash: Zodiac sees the girl of his dreams.

My true love! He says.

"No," she says and rips off her disguise, "I'm the tickle monster and I've come to make you happy".