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Old 02-15-2016, 06:50 AM
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His house is thoroughly within the suburbs
And he will not see me stopping there,
To pause and not long delayed be:
But l have so few promises l’ve kept, offspring!
To watch his snowy woods fill up with snow,
That municipalities are loving, like a crossroads.
To stop without the center near about—
Between the woods and frosted lake,
The darkest night of the year.
The only other sound is a sweeping snake,
Of uneasy disquiet and flakes of downy.
But l have promises to keep;
And miles go by till l might go and rest,
And miles go by till l finally rest.

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