LiFeNdEaTh has uploaded some poetry

hey guyz i jus wrote dis wut you think??

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.

jus a lil somethin i wroooote looool
 
When an attention whore posts stolen poems on the Lit poetry board it's the literary equivalent of when a junkie pays someone to vomit their methadone and then shoots it without straining it.
 
I'm o.k. with your plagiarism, LiFeNdEaTh, I'd prefer not to know what you're really thinking.
 
in all fairness, that was a couple of years ago. he doesn't appear to have repeated that mistake.
 
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