"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."
It has been said, "My soul sings me", but I find for myself, my soul Writes me.
It has been said, "My soul sings me", but I find for myself, my soul Writes me.
Is that snow from the weekend I was there?
ReplyDeleteAye, the very same.
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