The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And (many)miles to go before I sleep.
And promises I've made to myself, long before I discovered Mr. Frost and his delectable poetry that echo my sentiments and feelings. (purr)
"And the hunter home from the hill" - *The hunter who is home, of course, is me. I am back for a while, not counting a few very quick excursions I will be engaged in related to the Christmas a...
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