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Post by albaugh1976 on Feb 16, 2005 2:11:48 GMT -5
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry that I couldn't travel both And be one traveler I stood And looked as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other one just as fair And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as far as the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step and trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a woods, and I I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference."
--Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
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