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.
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My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
Today I did 10 hours of mail delivery, 6am to 4pm, after spending the night of the 23rd wrapping presents and wasting time. After work, I tried to nap a bit before heading north to drop off presents at various family members houses. Then I did 2 1/2 hours at my second job cleaning goldfish tanks. Many miles crossed, I am now going to shower and prepare to do absolutely nothing on Christmas Day (maybe I’ll clean the kitchen).
