like it or not...it's mine
So I went out for a walk tonight. Not too far, just down the street a few blocks, turned right, down a few more blocks, went to Canadian Tire and picked up a few things, walked home.
Anyways, during the first part of my walk I went by the BC Cancer Agency. There were two people outside smoking.
Ironic, no?
posted by Steph at 8:33 PM
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 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.
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