Two Lines

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.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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