A little Robert goes a long way...
| 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 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. | | |
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