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;
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.
The Road Not Traveled, Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Thursday, May 04, 2006
and God is the fairest......
who says God is unfair? this is a proof that the handicapped, the rich, the poor, the corrupt and the pure are all endowed with the gift of time, as long as they are alive......
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