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(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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  • Mozhgan Pourkhoshgovari (5/13/2013 2:00:00 AM)

    Thats for me full of joy and regret: |

    37 person liked.
    78 person did not like.
  • Pckdragon Anonymous (5/12/2013 8:41:00 AM)

    wow people seem to hate aussies and wogs, wow racism much.....

  • Pckdragon Anonymous (5/12/2013 4:16:00 AM)

    im aussie/wog, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

  • Pckdragon Anonymous (5/12/2013 4:14:00 AM)

    Poop

    poop is such a relief to do
    getting rid of all the crap in you

    food in your mouth
    shit out your south
    the cycle relentessly continue

    whether many or a few
    turds in you
    eject easily or slowly drag thru

    daily it's the same
    as your bowels proclaim
    'once again the shit is due! '

    this poem isn't profound
    about that lovely brown mound
    some in fact will think it crap
    and i humbly agree
    with all that's bottled up
    inside me

  • Gogo Amin (5/11/2013 4:42:00 PM)

    each time talking about a road you make a division for your own road... i am not good in calculations of life or where i will go but i believe in one thing that here their all he will be their, , i just learn how to differ soul by straight way in silent shadow roads, , feelings appear in dark create sharp needle in some where else waiting for who dare to go but avoid troubles is much more better than accusing others with thing passed by in bad life experience or in old view... believe or not is the human concern only with god, may be when i grow old i will try to make young youth not to be hurt but to be true some have limits and others will ask about the hard dark narrow road and those are more with no definitions cause its useless define for limited options for hunger wild creatures and they will be too young, where will you go? when my eye hurt me i took it off from my head to go straight as old teach me so, separating soul exercise from any touchable thinking will be much better to control you head and don't flow with any idea or any memory will be shown.. have a good day.

  • Olaf Vanhoochie (5/8/2013 11:04:00 AM)

    i am australian too. Ello mate

  • Jack Growden (5/8/2013 5:20:00 AM)

    Hey, please have a look at my poems. I am a young aspiring Australian poet. Thanks! ! J.A. Growden

  • Olaf Vanhoochie (5/7/2013 11:05:00 AM)

    I like lunch. favorite skool subject

  • Olaf Vanhoochie (5/7/2013 11:03:00 AM)

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  • Olaf Vanhoochie (5/2/2013 11:36:00 AM)

    Hi, Wats Up, How R U, Stop sign, YAY! ! ! ! ! ! !

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