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diff --git a/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst b/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst
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--- a/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst
+++ b/data/pod/sisu-spine-markup/media/text/en/sisu-spine-markup.sst
@@ -815,33 +815,24 @@ group{
 
 group{
 
-The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details
-
-BY ROBERT FROST
-
-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.
+Thoughts
+
+by Myra Viola Wilds
+
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
+
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
+
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }group
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -910,33 +901,24 @@ block{
 
 block{
 
-The Road Not Taken Related Poem Content Details
-
-BY ROBERT FROST
+Thoughts
 
-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;
+by Myra Viola Wilds
 
-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,
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
 
-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.
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
 
-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.
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }block
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -1005,33 +987,24 @@ poem{
 
 poem{
 
-*{The Road Not Taken}*~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~
+*{Thoughts}*~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain  }~
 
-by Robert Frost
+by Myra Viola Wilds
 
-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;
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
 
-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,
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
 
-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.
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 
 }poem
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }
@@ -1039,33 +1012,24 @@ And that has made all the difference.
 !_ tics delimiter, resulting group text output:
 
 ``` poem
-!{The Road Not Taken}!~{ published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection Mountain Interval. }~
-
-by Robert Frost
-
-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.
+!{Thoughts}!~{ https://poets.org/anthology/poems-public-domain  }~
+
+by Myra Viola Wilds
+
+What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
+   In your travels day by day
+Are they bright and lofty visions,
+   Or neglected, gone astray?
+
+Matters not how great in fancy,
+    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
+Man, though high may be his station,
+    Is no better than his thoughts.
+
+Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
+   Let each one an honor be;
+Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
+   Then in love set each one free.
 ```
 ={ output:group block markup example;SiSU markup output:group block (curly brace syntax) }