Prometheus 6

Oh, yeah...incoming Google query: methamphetamines more common in ghetto or suburban?

Sorry, dear suburban surfer...everyone succeptable to that sort of thing burned out during the crack epidemic, and everyone else learned a serious lesson. 

This one is all on you.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

(…Aww, PT, you should have gone the whole nine with it!)

Not everybody is hip to Frost!

That’s one of my favorites, along with this one, of course:

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

(…Aww, PT, you should have gone the whole nine with it!)

Oh, yes, I understand but I was just riffing off of P6's use of the line "miles to go before I sleep" and his invitation to stop by and post while he was busy attending to other business. I love both of those poems.