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Saturday, May 18, 2013

TWO ROADS



The Road Not Taken 
by Robert Frost
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 marked 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

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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.