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by Robert Frost (Katrina Szucs)** ||
 * 
 * The Road Not Taken
 * 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 kept 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. || ||
 * 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. || ||