unsummoned On hot autumn days, From unexpected places. It would have its answer, It would have its say. Even after many tears and angry words spoken, It would stay. And I wonder why.
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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