These Woods Are Deep
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. . . “ Robert Frost
These woods are deep. Tonight they are not dark, though,
for a fog enshrouds me, but unlike Robert Frost,
who stopped with awe to watch his forest fill with snow,
I’m filled with dread. My car went dead, and I am lost!
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