Posted: Oct 15, 2007, 7:18 PM CST
Dangit, I knew it was Robert Frost, I should of posted earlier.....
Anyway, for kicks, I'll give this a whirl.....
I know that though it seems the snow
Has brought the gray you fear
And here, where darkness seems to grow
The queerness of lonesome years
That cut you deep with mistakes we sow
Sadly, comfort in night is near
The lake that sat tranquil, now foe
We shake our jealousy clear
It's something deep that drives us, so
To keep steadfast to cheer
And when we see those flakes yet blow
We hide in sleep
And in a loved dream we steer
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