Not without first discussing it with my family. I learned the importance of that from another family.
There were three bears, mama bear, papa bear and baby bear. Mama bear cooked some porridge. It was too hot so they went for a walk. A short time later, mama bear said: "It should be cool enough now lets head back". So they turned around and started quickly heading back until they came to a fork in the road. Papa bear says: "My instincts tell me to go this way". Mama bear says: "My instincts tell me to go that way". Baby bear says: "My end stinks too be it doesn't tell me which way to go.
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.
Gee, Shar to the Rona, your poetry writing ability has improved dramatically. You know, the Nobel Prize in Literature pays like $1.5 MILLION. Perhaps you can write another one ---------- something about a horse and stopping by the woods on a snowy evening. Very serene.
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