oneyellowwood: July 2011

Saturday, July 9, 2011

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I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.

You are you, and I am I,
and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

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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;

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

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked 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.

oneyellowwood

Saturday, July 9, 2011

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