Two roads diverged in a neighbourhood
And sorry I could not see a third
To bypass alleys, long I stood
And peered down one as far as I could
Through smoky haze where shadows stirred;
Then took the other, as just as foul
And having perhaps the better claim,
For though it was glassy everywhere;
And dead rats marred the passing there
The two were really about the same,
And both that twilight equally lay
In concrete glory filled with cracks
Oh, who needs a third track anyway?
I’m not too good to walk this way,
And perfectly able to watch my back.
I shall be telling this with a smile
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged where I stood, and I—
I took this one with dauntless style,
And it has made no di—
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