lets see if we can make new lows, the big boys dont give you too many chances to get in right time or get out right time, they use asian sessions to pull a fast one.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
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 soundâs 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.
lets see if we can make new lows, the big boys dont give you too many chances to get in right time or get out right time, they use asian sessions to pull a fast one.