I know who I am.
Stopping by the 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 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 knew something...
Willing to Talk at any Time.
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how are you? sorry i haven't been on very much; i've been spending time on one of my other accounts, where nobody knows who i am.
hi
they had the clothes and time-period food and dancing and music and a book of rules and etiquette, etc. it was amazingly amazing.
I spent about half an hour at a Jane Austen Ball today!
I love the stick-comments on your profile!
How are you? I miss chatting, adn roleplaying...
haha. i like them.
it's wierd. i can get them in pretty easily, but i have issues getting the left out; not that the right is really easy either...but it's still my first day with them...
pink...profile...i finally got contacts this morning!
guess who!
Oooh, he is tricky.