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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