Roads More Traveled By

Roads More Traveled By

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There’s roads that go more traveled by

And others quiet, almost shy.

There’s roads that shoot into the sky

Others on the bye and bye.

There’s roads so full of dream and high

Still others that just live and die.

There’s roads that in their passions cry

Others being staid and dry.

There’s roads with snow in hot July

Yet others weather can’t defy.

There’s roads misleading that imply

Where others only truth apply.

I wonder what she's thinking.