Stopping By Woods While It's Snowing, Even Whose woods these are I know, I think His house is in the village though He will not see to raise a stink If I stop here to watch the snow My horse must think my mind is gone To stop without a farmhouse near In another hour it will be dawn He thinks we should get out of here He gives his harness bells a ring To ask if there is some mistake And in my face I feel the sting Of hard wind driving frozen flake And so I snap the reins on down For I have promises to keep I have to take this horse to town And trade the nag in for a Jeep.
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