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<rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:g="http://base.google.com/ns/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>hellothisisdon (hellothisisdon)</title><language>en-us</language><description>hellothisisdon on Society6</description><link>http://society6.com/hellothisisdon</link><generator>Sogma Framework</generator><item><author>hellothisisdon (hellothisisdon)</author><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 14:18:39 -0800</pubDate><title>Robert Frost (For Sale)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://a1.s6img.com/cdn/0009/p/2192835_8207937_l.jpg"/&gt;Robert Frost - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 is 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. </description><link>http://society6.com/hellothisisdon/Robert-Frost</link><guid>http://society6.com/hellothisisdon/Robert-Frost</guid></item></channel></rss>
