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a little poem stopping by woods on a snowy evening with Robert Frost, whose woods these are. I think I know his houses in the village, though, that you will not see me stopping here. Toe watches woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer us, our say to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods on frozen lake. The doctor Steven, he gives his hand, its bells a shake toe. Ask if a nurse some estate is the only other sounds to sweep off easy wind and downy flake. Thes 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.