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Post by teebu on Aug 21, 2006 22:01:37 GMT -5
~ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, ~ ~ And sorry I could not travel both ~ ~ And be one traveler, long I stood ~ ~ And looked down one as far as I could ~ ~ To where it bent in the undergrowth; ~
~ Then took the other, as just as fair, ~ ~ And having perhaps the better claim, ~ ~ Because it was grassy and wanted wear; ~ ~ Though as for that the passing there ~ ~ Had worn them really about the same, ~ ~ And both that morning equally lay ~ ~ In leaves no step had 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 wood, and I— ~ ~ I took the one less traveled by, ~ ~ And that has made all the difference ~
[by Robert Frost]
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