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.

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He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there's some mistake.

The only other sound's 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.

Robert Frost

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I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be

A little gambling, a little, is fun when you're with me (I love it!)

Russian roulette is not the same without a gun

And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun (fun!)

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I won't tell you that I love you

Kiss or hug you'

Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin

I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning

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I'll get him hot

and show him what I got...

Can't read my,

No he can't read my poker face

She's got to love nobody!

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I'm marvellous, I'm marvelous

I'm marvelous

So marvelous!!!

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nothing...at all!