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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As Winter raged</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter was at war.<br>Her subterfuge: <br>Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air, dead; <br>Dead too, the sound – <br>Blunted by the whitewash.<br>Motion, dead –<br>Bluing chill saw to that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything ground to a halt –<br>Like an empty train, crawling, seizing; <br>Eventually to die sprawled along a ghosted platform –<br>A lifeless plain of concrete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still had far to go –<br>Or so this brain computed <br>– Tried to –<br>Inside my own raging storm of white noise, <br>Howling in its desperation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now wild, blitz-wild, <br>I bore an irrepressible thought –<br>A goal, focus, idée fixe: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To clasp a frosted hand around <br>A radiant mug of sugar-laden<br>Calorie-heavy<br>Full-fat milk chocolate –<br>Steam wraiths writhing over <br>A freshly-spooned whirlpool, <br>Sultry in their invitation: <br>‘Come, sip, sip some more; <br>Soothe yourself in balmy richness.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still had far to go… </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>winter winter winter <br>winter winter winter raged<br>winter winter winter winter winter winter raged <br>winter winter winter winter winter winter winter raged</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q>
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Her subterfuge: 
Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.

The air, dead; 
Dead too, the sound – 
Blunted by the whitewash.
Motion, dead –
Bluing chill saw to that.

Everything ground to a halt –
Like an empty train, craw..."></div>
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