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Originally Posted by Boomer
Judy, those temperatures of yours sound downright balmy. Everything is relative I guess. Tony probably thinks Cincinnati sounds balmy. Or does he think Boomer sounds balmy? (Don't ask.)
And, speaking of Tony, when I saw that picture that he took of his wife on the tractor dealing with all that snow, I said to myself, "I bet while Mr. Tony was standing there taking that picture, he was thinking of Robert Frost's poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Boomer
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O.K. Boom.
What poem is this?
" The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep."