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Three legged

He might have strayed on the road,
For he has only three legs, struggling,
As he is not used to being so,
Born perfect but became disabled.

Started playfully biting his tail,
When I spoke to him soothingly,
A clear sign of affection displayed,
Making me lament for him!

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