The throngs heave & pound heavily upon thick steel doors that bar entrance to a vast fortress.
Stepping back from the throng reveals a hole in the roof.
A few tries for a limber rascal to reach the top.
A pry and a spry slip and the rascal finds her way in.
I have found that to be competitive I have to look for unique ways of doing things. People so rarely try to encompass all the possibilities in a given situation.
|"I shall be telling this with a sigh|
|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."|