Two lines that do not Intersect each other in a plane Are said to be parallel
In that line of thought Poetry is A parent to geometry And cocaine is a millennial
That triad Is tried and tired And so are poets In proving That lines should be drawn In bars and behind them That a thin line exists In the thick of things That if you're out of line Then you're in line for Being on the line
Many 'lines' intersect each other Parallely on a plain paper When we write