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    Can someone figuare out the rhyme scheme for this poem?

    Can you also explain to me how you did it? 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...
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