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Words scamper over the page
two at a time,
sometimes three,
falling over one another to get to the end of
the sentence.

Line after line,
paragraph after paragraph,
in page after page,
they jostle and shove
till they reach the last full stop.
There they collide against one another
and fall in a jumbled heap.

Confused,
they dust themselves
and look around,
wondering what the rush was all about.
After all, it was just another story.
One that they anyway
didn't entirely comprehend.
And never would.