Shunned At A Funeral — Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Cheering
All right, we're going to try something new
We love poetry, so we wanted to redo this poem
Cassie said we should call ourselves the shred poet
Society when we do this
So, we think that's kind of fun.
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Here we go
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 query to
Stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake.
The
Darkest evening of the year.
He
Gives his hotness bells a shake to
Ask if there is some mistake
The only other sounds sweet but easy
Wind and down he fl 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
And miles to go before
I sleep
Miles to go before
I sleep.
Let's dance
And frozen light
The darkest day
Of the year
The only other sounds sweet of
Easy wind and downy but
I have promises to keep.
But
I have promises to keep.
But I
Have promises
To keep
I love me dark and deep.
But I have
Promises TO KEEP THEM MILES TO
Go before
I sleep.
And miles to go
Before I sleep.
The woods are
Lonely, dark, and deep.
But I have
Promises to keep
A go before
I sleep.
To go
Before I sleep
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