Snow - Poem by Marie 

People say its lovely, picture postcard looks 
In reality picture postcards are better off in books 
I have never liked the white stuff, or slippery ice 
Something about its dangers tell me its not nice 

It covers most of England, like a blanket of death 
I have never liked it, walking in it leaves me out of breath 
I slipped in it once and broke my leg, so I curse...

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Dream of a nation, they built a big airship for Arctic exploration. Things went so well, taking a plethora of readings and photographs till a head wind sprung up. They used most of the fuel battling the wind. Serious technical trouble followed. This would go downhill, fast.

A crash!

Ripping fabric, torn envelope. Smashed control cabin forlorn on the ice. Many dead and injured...

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