I know I will be here but for a very short time.
But perhaps I will make my outrageous satire....less outrageous and less satirical.
Anyways,soon I will breakdown the Turkish Blue Grass and maybe even the Arky Derby.These are always huge successes.I'm drifting again.I hate when I do that.So, this will be a fun thread and most of all a relaxing one where you can take your troubles and unceremoniously dump them somewhere before you entire.Dark,Tits and the magnificent redboarder Shelbenot ,all from NoAdvantage, will not post here so not to worry.Same for BleachBabe.
I'd like to begin by posting the poem whose title is the theme of this thread.It's not form Leaves of Grass nor Flakes of Snow...but it's not bad:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
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.
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