As I was typing last night, I thought back to a poem I once read... Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening". I can appreacate some poetry, and I remember this one from middle school englis
The line that kept running through my head was "And miles to go before I sleep." Given my current schedule, sleep has become the "optional" part of my scheducle. So When I got to work this monring, I took several shorter naps, and probably slept for close to an hour.
Anyway.... I need more sleep.
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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