Desannaperspektivet

Jag tog ut helgen i förskott och hade min moffadag idag <3 Synd bara att jag har använt den och blir utan gottgott i helgen ;) AS IF! Jaja vi får se hur det går med de... Kakkorna myser gott i magen och sängen skriker, tänkte bara läsa en dikt å sen borsta tänderna så att dom inte fräter bort i sockeryran.
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Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening av 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