the lazy wanderer......
just a traveller like anybody...... dats wat the lazy wanderer was meant to be.... went to all the places he had to see..... Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening .... he saw what he had been dreaming..... two roads diverged in a yellow wood ..... he tried to see as far as he could.... far stood a solitary reaper ..... acting like the land's keeper.... all she performed was her duty.... but to him it seemed a thing of beauty ..... he stopped a little and went away..... but the portrait of a lady had to stay..... tryin to keep his mind away...... singing to himself for he had nothing to say..... passing by the roadside stand .... wishin he could still lend da reaper a helping hand..... going around the southern hills.... all he saw were the daffodils .... reminding him of her pretty face..... that he so wanted to chase..... tryin not being harsh on his heart and his mind.... he returned to collect what was left behind.... going all way back to the reaper...... he saw