Two lines running parallel
Each on a separate street
As good as friends as they can be
Since they’ll never meet
Cordial and quite polite
The pair pass straight and true
Pleasantly exchange, “Hello”
Sometimes, “How do you do?”
’Til one fateful summer’s eve
The Earth shook a mighty fit
A quaking cracked calamity
A right fine mess of it.
Two lines once ran parallel
As good as friends can get
An earthquake rocked their destined path
Until at last they met.
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