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To: horsegirl48 who wrote (27778)	12/31/2000 11:21:24 AM
From: Jill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

Well it's pretty in NYC today and I'm going to play in the snow shortly. 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. 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.