BY JULIE CHEN
They contended we were parallel lines
We'd "never cross," they said.
But I knew we weren't, and sweared
By haloes on angelic heads:
That we were anything but parallel,
But angled very much indeed;
One day we'd cross each other's paths!
(Then in opposite directions, proceed.)
Wow, didn't know you are so poetic. Great writing, keep it up.
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