Is this my new house?
Are these my new boots?
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July 22nd, 2010 at 4:58 pm
What is that beautiful house?
Where does that highway lead to?
Am I right, or am I wrong?
My god, what have I done? And whose boots are these?
July 23rd, 2010 at 8:14 pm
Whose boots these are, I do not know
Her house is in the village though,
She will see me stopping here
To lay my head upon a pillow.
My little self does think it queer
To stop and wait while dad drinks beer
At this place between the woods and lake
The longest evenings of the year.
The roads are bumpy, boring and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.