I Didn't Stop by the Woods

an' it weren't snowin'

I told my dog, I would not go
To market with no sheepies, so
I marched befront my flock, but know
I am no fucking poet.

My house is in the village, though.

My doggie is a lazy cuss
He didn’t see why both of us
Should walk that far for dippy sheeps
For he gots promises to keep

Like stay at home, catch up on sleep.

This ain’t no ordinary pome,
I writ it while I was alone
Long after all the work was done
Cuz I gots promises to keep

And miles was walked, befront them sheeps.

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