Thunder Hill Park Alliance

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not take both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could see

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.

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