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November Snow Fall (2010)

Ten inches fell last night and more to come they say

(And how I warm to keeping it in inches, by the way)

So no more school for us this week, its out into the hills

On plastic bags and old tea trays to squeel away the thrills

Of unexpected moments, stolen from the working week

And oh the joys of silence as the drivers cannot reap

Vengeance every waking minute with scowls and obscene words,

Now all we hear are children, dogs and ever chirping birds.

By afternoon we venture out to search for some fresh bread

Only to find they're all sold out and Sam looks almost dead

On his feet with all the rush to bake a triple set

As Asda, Tesco and the Coop have all run out and yet

They all bake on the premises, a likely tale, when Sam

Has flour enough for more doughnuts, with or without the jam.

But I digress, the sun is slipping gently in the west

So it must be time to settle down for dinner, and the best

Shiraz brought from M&S and a home-made creme brulee

Before a repeat of Mock the Week on Dave to round off the day.

Brian Hick November 2010

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