| Who knew that a night out at Lush's quiz would bring back my favourite childhood poem.....
| 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, 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 |
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