grgr (25): the fork in the road america never took

[Otto Sell]

The Road Not Taken
     Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
     And sorry I could not travel both
     And be one traveller, long I stood.
     And looked down one as far as I could
     To where it bent in the undergroth.
     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.

(Robert Frost)

Otto
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