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Saturday, June 7, 2014

Frost as Limerick Sequence

There once were two paths in a wood
And by the two paths there he stood.
And he had to ponder
Down which he would wander
So he stared down as far as he could.
But he found both of them just as fair
No difference was seen anywhere
So he took the one
And when he was done
He hoped it would bring him back there.

But he knew that the chances were slim.
And that years would make memories dim.
And one day he’d sigh
For what he hadn’t tried,
And pretend that he’d chose best for him.

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