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I’ve met two roads

in woods and fields

and concrete paths diverging

A choice of two,

obscured by fog

may end in night submerging

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One might be a stony way

slippery leaves a peril

or a flatter, smooth sashay

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Frost ignored,

it’s taken decades

to ponder forks that challenge

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With calm regard,

admit that easy roads

can disappoint or damage

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Learn the thinly marked

with roots and rubble

are usually worth the trouble