tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91343054782576974922024-02-08T04:56:55.325-08:00princessnaughty-irishirishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10195132939762569176noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134305478257697492.post-47843407284540098722009-07-04T00:05:00.000-07:002009-07-04T00:26:47.088-07:00July 04 '09<br />Friday<br />02:10 pm<br /> <br /> Stopping by on snowy Evening....<br /> <br /> Who's woods these are i think i know<br /> His house is in the village thou,<br /> He will not see me stopping here<br /> To watch his woods fill up with snow,<br /> <br /> My little horse must think is queer<br /> To stop without a farmhouse near<br /> Between the woods and frozen lake<br /> The Darkest evening of the year<br /> <br /> He gives his harness bells a shake<br /> To asked if there is some mistake<br /> The only other sound's the sweep<br /> of easy wind and downy flake<br /><br /> The woods are lovely, dark and deep<br /> But i have promises to keep<br /> And miles to go before i sleep<br /> And miles to go before i sleep........<br /><br /> <br /><br /> ..........I R I S H..........irishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10195132939762569176noreply@blogger.com0