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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost

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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.

Art Of War "Street Canvas"

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I'm Steady & Ready, I'm Suited & Booted, Got My Mind, Body & Spirit Loaded With Ammunition, I'm Ready For This War That's So Artistic & Vivid & Ruthless & Horrific, That You Can't Help But Be Interested, Amazed,Disappointed, Pissed Off & Worried Bout The Things That's Going On Around You.
You See These Streets Are My Canvas & I Am The Painter, But Lately The Boys In Blue Who Ride Around In Those White & Black Victoria's, Have Been Masquerading As Painters & There Gun Seems To Be There Paint Brush & Blood Seems To Be The Object Of Display, Left The Body Of "Mike Brown" Laying In The Street After You Stood Over Him & Shot Him Multiple Time, Now You Got A Mother Crying Her Heart Out Cause She No Longer Has Her Son To Hold.
So You Famous Now & I'm Sitting Here Saying "F!@$ Your 15 Minute's" Of Fame Cause Your Fame Has So Much Shame That It Over Shadows The Life Of My Skin Color, So …