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The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep

Saturday, March 7th, 2009
snowy dark evergreen branches

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.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake…

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