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Syph II
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Like the back of a VW An old road wines down
A desolate forest
Where it splits
Like a pitch fork
One path
Bright
Sweet
And innocent
The other
Dark
Dismal
And bleak
I wait and thing
For a moment; deciding
Which will be my
Fate
Then in a flash
The sight of a fox
Catches my eyes
In and instant I
Am off chasing the fox
Which path I took
I know not; and it is
Too late to turn back now
I am stuck with my lot
