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0127
\nWe don’t need roads<\/p>\n

The Road Not Taken<\/strong>
\nBy Robert Frost<\/p>\n

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
\nAnd sorry I could not travel both
\nAnd be one traveler, long I stood
\nAnd looked down one as far as I could
\nTo where it bent in the undergrowth;<\/p>\n

Then took the other, as just as fair,
\nAnd having perhaps the better claim
\nBecause it was grassy and wanted wear,
\nThough as for that the passing there
\nHad worn them really about the same,<\/p>\n

And both that morning equally lay
\nIn leaves no step had trodden black.
\nOh, I marked the first for another day!
\nYet knowing how way leads on to way
\nI doubted if I should ever come back.<\/p>\n

I shall be telling this with a sigh
\nSomewhere ages and ages hence:
\nTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I,
\nI took the one less traveled by,
\nAnd that has made all the difference.<\/p>\n