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Robert Frost: The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a wood
yellow, and make them regret not having one
Both, long I stood And he looked a far

far as I could turn into the undergrowth.

Then took the other, which was equally good
And having perhaps the best stocks
Because it was grassy and seemed a little joke;
Although, after all, the passing of the people had indeed
marked more or less the same,

because nobody in that morning showed
On grass the black mark of a step.
Oh, I left the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

tell this story with a sigh Somewhere between
very long time:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I ...
I took the one less traveled by, And
made all the difference is coming.