November 18, 2013
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In a wood, two roads stood divided
A path of safety and one of peril
On each road, stood one who guided
The first of which, a tiger most feral
The other guard was something new
A fox who seemed so sweet and nice
His path seemed the brighter of the two
The answer given me in all advice
I dallied for a time
And tried to go down both
And the fox's sly chime
Came upon me like a growth
So I stood a day
With both feet on that path
To find he pulled his heart away
Leaving me to face the wrath
So now I finally KNOW
What I thought I understood
There's no safe path to go
For NICE is different than GOOD
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