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…
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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| — | T.S. Eliot (via truthiness-to-power) |
