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 The Choice by Robert William Service 
						. . . And then I came to Three ways,And each was mine to choose;
 For all of them were free ways,
 To take or to refuse.
 "Now which shall be the best way,
 East, West or South?" said I . . .
 So then I went the West way -
 I often wonder why.
 
 . . . And then I cam to Two ways,
 And each was luring me:
 For both of them were new ways,
 And I was fancy free.
 "Now which shall be the least way,"
 Said I: "to gain my goal?"
 And so I took the East way,
 With freedom in my soul.
 
 . . . And then I came to One way,
 And to the South it ran;
 Then lo! I saw this sun way
 Was mine since time began;
 My pitiless, my doom way;
 No other could there be,
 For at its end my tomb lay,
 And it was waiting me. . . .
 Poor fools! Who think you're free.
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