
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; |
- The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
At least he has two roads to choose from.
I hate the fact that I missed it.
I hate the fact that I missed it.
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