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Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

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

The darkest evening of the year.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

Yep, putting a quarter in the douchebag jar. But I just couldn't help it, Frost wrote a mean poem in his day.

 

There were children at this park and I was all covered in nail polish lookin like a champ :| Also it's a good thing I wore pants because otherwise my legs would've actually looked like this; DAMN THORNS WERE ALL UP IN MY GOODIES.

 

If y'all were interested in a q&a click this link right hurr! Hope everyone's having a spectacular holiday season :)

 

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Uploaded on December 24, 2012
Taken on December 19, 2012