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The path I walk, is one few has taken, few are brave, to walk alone, the unknown path. Obstacles may lay in front, debris thrown out from, the path well traveled. But I will walk, the Road not taken, because at the end, of this unused path, may lie a thing unseen, and I may find, a person just as brave, to walk the path with me. The Road not taken, is taken only by the true, by the faithful, and by the trustworthy. The path less walked, is our bond between us. I may have started alone, but I will end with you, my cherished friend. The Copy Cat Contest Entry Prompt: Robert Frost This is in dedication to "The Road Not Taken"
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