New Year's Day Conundrum

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Toboggan or not toboggan, that is the question
Whether ’tis nobler in the rump to suffer
The slings and narrows of outrageous snow trails,
Or to use arms against a sea of hemlocks,
And by opposing bend them. To slide; to slip;
And more; and by a slip to bruise my end
With back-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’Tis mode of transportation
Devoutly to be dodg’d. To slide; to slip;—
To slip? Perchance into stream! Ay, like icy tub!

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