But I have promises to keep... I find it very strange that I haven't been here in a while and I see this post today. I shall explain. I watched a History Channel show yesterday on the assassination of JFK, and the program ended with a newsman ( I can't recall who), ending his report with the ending of the Frost poem, and you could hear him starting to cry as he signed off. And it made me shed a tear as well.
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ummm, been reading Robert Frost? ...promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep?
It's all in the air, I suppose, but "sleep" and "keep" are public domain.
And now a Billy Vera update!
Mr. Vera is doing the new Quiznos commercials as the voice of an oven.
How's that for poetry!
But I have promises to keep...
I find it very strange that I haven't been here in a while and I see this post today. I shall explain. I watched a History Channel show yesterday on the assassination of JFK, and the program ended with a newsman ( I can't recall who), ending his report with the ending of the Frost poem, and you could hear him starting to cry as he signed off. And it made me shed a tear as well.
That lime's not gonna help you brother Freddles. Unless you produce it with your mind!
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