If I dress for snow, will it come? Will it see me with its gleaming, omnipresent eye and rush down t
If I dress for snow, will it come? Will it see me with its gleaming, omnipresent eye and rush down to greet me in a flurry, knocking over some small children in Oxford on its way? Come on snow, we’re friends aren’t we? Stop cuddling the Geordies with your icy white folds and come frolick down here with me. I’ll take you on an open-top double decker bus and you can fling yourself into the house of commons to make your melty mark on Nick Clegg’s face. It’ll be a laugh. -- source link
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