here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again;

Jan 28, 2010 02:22

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.

I always think of this poem when I have to stay up late doing homework. Hello two in the morning how are you.

But speaking of Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, I couldn't have been the only one who thought the narrator was Santa Claus, right. Come on guys harness bells.
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