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The
Road Not Taken"
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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;
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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,
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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.
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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. Robert
Frost
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