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August 4, 2017
(Note: This is a twist on Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening")
Who's house is this? I suppose I know.
I hear he's in the Bahama's, though.
He will not know I'm standing here.
Watching his warm empty house as I freeze in the snow.
My little child must think it queer.
To stop without any shelter near.
Her cold pink digits and make
poke from her clothes and I shed a tear.
She gives my frozen hands a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
Or is there warmth for us to sleep?
I steel my resolve and her hand do take.
The mansion's lovely, warm, and deep.
But I have frozen feet to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.