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
            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.
                           "The Road Not Taken"
                                 -Robert Frost   
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