The throngs heave & pound heavily upon thick steel doors that bar entrance to a vast fortress.
But wait!
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." |
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