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The Road Not TakenRobert Frost 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 ( > º < ) Had worn them really about the same, `>>x<<´ / O \ 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. and here's a line of some really, really, really, really long text, just to see how it is handled and to find out how it overflows;