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“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. /… ―Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, 1916
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In a yellow wood,
a pencil pusher, horning in to push pencils, comes to a
in the road, where
a Pulitzer poet is standing on the horns of a dilemma.
“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. /…
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