SheReader – default feminine

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Her house is in the village, though;
She will not see me stopping here
To watch her 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.
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