The beginning happened some time before,
Though when that was, I'm not quite sure.
It could be when the words began to rhyme,
Or when they formed themselves into a line.
Or when the spaces between the letters parted,
Maybe that was when the poem started.
And then as if to make things worse,
The poem skipped the second verse,
It formed a third, somewhat diminished.
And after that, the poem finished.
© 2015 Lucy Peacock
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