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Unread 06-12-2005, 01:11 AM
Janet Kenny Janet Kenny is offline
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Henry:
Point nicely made, Jan! Janet, would I get a frosty retort if I were to say “Wake up”?

Yes

I was joking.

But I have just discovered it's a poem by Frost. Frosty reception DADA.

At least I know music when I hear it.

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

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 fill up with snow.

My little horse must think 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 sounds 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.

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I would have recognised the last stanza.
Janet


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