I’m certain if we collected your eloquent paens to Buffalina over the years we would have a Robert Frost level release on our hands.
And tom emery owns the content!
I’m going to talk to him about licensing.
I could also use them for a song cycle.
Two pies diverged in a Nutmeg wood,
And sorry I could not eat both
And be one eater, long I stood
And looked at one as long as I could
To where it bent under my tooth;
Then ate the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better clam,
Because it was fresh and wanted cheer;
Though as for that the shucking there
Had made them really about the same,
And both that evening equally lay
With crusts dark brown bordering on 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 pies diverged in a wood, and I—
I ate the one less eaten by,
And that has made all the difference.
