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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.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's 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.
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roundrockhorn
07/19/08
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SurvivorArctic
07/18/08
GAH!
buried out back
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buried out back
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SurvivorArctic
07/18/08
Natural wonder
rising in the morning sun
birds sing only to you.
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