Robert Frost
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 ( > º < )
Had worn them really about the same, `>>x<<´
/ O \
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.
and here's a line of some really, really, really, really long text, just to see how it is handled and to find out how it overflows
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
Mark Twain
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