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I
wonder who, I wonder what,
Discovered our need for the humble full stop.
Did they pause, did they strain?
What in the sentence did they gain?
Were they seeking fame and glory?
Or just the end of a boring story?
Were
they happy? Were they glad?
What sense of achievement was being had?
And the dot itself, one has to ask,
Did it understand its’ humble task?
For though words are a joyous flow,
The full stop is the afterglow.
The
dot’s a giant although it’s small.
Its final structure beats them all.
Words all halt with one full stop.
It says "the end, that’s your lot".
So raise your glass, or just a thumb
The humble full stop now turns us "mum".
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