theroad

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10 roads diverged in a yellowed wood,
But sorry, I could not travel both
Long I stood
And looked down 1 so far I could
To see where it forked through overgrowth;

Then took the other, just as good,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy...and jesus would-
Though as for that passing 'should'
Both seemed morally the same,

And both that evening equally lay
In leaves my steps had yet to churn...
But I kept the first for another day.
Knowing my home lies along this way,
I doubt that I'll return,

but who knows?

I repeat (with a sigh),
This tale I will condense:
10 roads diverged in a yellowed wood, and aye—
I took the road I travelled by,
`goto 10\