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.......................
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
Friday, December 08, 2006
Del Mar Taxpayer Present and Appearing for Homework
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