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Brutus!

I know you backbit me,

Made me fall for your lies,

Never think that I was blind,

As I don’t give a damn!

You won chasing me out,

But that’s no end for me,

All that you did for me,

Brought out the real me!

Have not trusted anyone,

But you! Your gift in return,

Was like a sour mango,

That lingers on my tongue,

And would never go away.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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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. BY ROBERT FROST