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)
Welcome, to the Merry Month of May - *No, this is not a photograph taken from the deck of Fridtjof Nansen's ship, "Fram," to illustrate what happens to a sailing vessel frozen into the Arctic...
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