Name Amigo

Robert Frost Generated Poem

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    And that has made all the difference.
    Is also great
    Though as for that the passing there
    
    By picking the faded blue
    
    Up from the tangle of withered weeds
    One luminary clock against the sky
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Is also great