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Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that
has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
The tragedy of being lost in a
park
where shapes are a blur in late
afternoon
where lovers walk through in a
blur
to the gates where the world takes
its turn.
- aileen
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| Maureen Love |
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