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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.
"SI QUIERES HACER REIR A DIOS, CUÉNTALE TUS PLANES"
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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.
Malas prácticas
- mayo 2008 (1)
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- junio 2006 (3)
- septiembre 2005 (1)
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- julio 2005 (3)
2 comentarios:
Pisteaste como una campeona, te pillé, tenías como cuarenta pistas.
Me hace muy feliz que actualices tu blog, de hecho salto, en una pata,y en las dos.
Te quedó muy lindo ese diaporama, no como el mío que era pedofílico.
No te comentaré nada más porque me tienes trabajando como esclava en EORD.
Uso de eord (sic) a nivel usuario.
sube algo po
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