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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, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, […]

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]