STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING CHRISTMAS OR ANY OCCASION TOPPER

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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 fills up with snow. My little horse must thin 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 is 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. Robert Frost