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The Road not Taken 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...

Warning When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn´t go, and doesn´t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we´ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I´m tired And gobble up samples in...