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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Snowy Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sense an unfamiliar brightness, and very soon, I'm awake.<br>I go to my window, which is covered with tiny snowflakes.<br>As far as the eye can see, there's a carpet of pure white: <br>It's a magnificent and beautiful, but still rather rare, sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People pull on their patterned, designer, Wellington boots; <br>Icy footprints in the snow, mark out the well trodden routes.<br>Children play in the snow and build a snowman; <br>They build him up as tall, as they possibly can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything looks so very different when covered by snow; <br>Suddenly, you're not too sure where your feet should now go.<br>I love to walk through the parts, where snow is undisturbed; <br>Even though I now can no longer tell the road from the curb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is now a real lack of distinguishing features, <br>And a noticeable absence of warm-blooded creatures.<br>In the sunshine, the snow, like tiny diamonds, glints; <br>Its delicate surface now peppered with animal prints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coldness makes folks' cheeks all pink and rosy.<br>Most stay inside, where they are all nice and cosy.<br>Children on a sledge whiz down a long, steep hill; <br>They seem to know no fear and have nerves of steel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wheels on vehicles suddenly now slide and slip; <br>Road surfaces, they suddenly can no longer grip.<br>On busier routes, the snow soon turns to sludgy slush.<br>In this weather, not a single soul would dare to rush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some folk hope that, of the snow, there'll be no more, <br>And hope that this carpet of white, will, very soon, thaw.<br>When I look out of my bedroom window that same night, <br>I notice that the world around me still seems quite light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the next couple of days, the snow turns to ice; <br>It now is all discoloured, and doesn't look so nice.<br>Finally, we have a whole day of really heavy rain, <br>And, of the snow, not a single flake now remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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I go to my window, which is covered with tiny snowflakes.
As far as the eye can see, there's a carpet of pure white: 
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