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- <h3>One of my Favorite poems</h3>
- <h1>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</h1>
- <p><ul>
- <li>Whose woods these are I think I <em>know</em>. </li>
- <li>His house is in the village, <em>though</em>; </li>
- <li>He will not see me stopping here</li>
- <li>To watch his woods fill up with <em>snow</em>.</li>
- </ul></p>
- <p><ul>
- <li>My little horse must think it <em>queer</em> </li>
- <li>To stop without a farmhouse <em>near</em> </li>
- <li>Between the woods and frozen lake </li>
- <li>The darkest evening of the <em>year</em>.
- </ul></p>
- <p><ul>
- <li>He gives his harness bells a <em>shake</em> </li>
- <li>To ask if there is some <em>mistake.</em> </li>
- <li>The only other sound's the sweep</li>
- <li>Of easy wind and downy <em>flake.</em> </li>
- </ul></p>
- <p><ul>
- <li>The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,</li>
- <li>But I have promises to keep,</li>
- <li>And miles to go before I sleep,</li>
- <li>And miles to go before I sleep. </li>
- </ul></p>
- <p>And one of my favorite quotes by <strong>Robert Frost</strong> <q> I can sum up everything I've learned about life in three words, it goes on.<q></p>
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