Quote:
Originally Posted by Sabby
Thank you for the peace...
Sabby 
P.S. ....And I pray for not the Salish not throw me off port mann bridge which is so tempting... |
"Stopping by Woods On A Snowy Evening"
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's 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."
Hit me up.
We have miles to go.
Many miles.
Many profitable miles.
Make me that promise.