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Snow.

Sipe

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On the first day: the man came out from his cottage and said "Oh, what a lovely day! Pure white and fresh snow has snowed during the night. Lets start clearing!" The man starts to snow clear happily.

On the third day: "More snow? Oh well, more snow means more whiter Christmas!" The man starts to snow clear.

On the fifth day: "What? Again snow!? Well, gotta work get to work, again!" The man starts to snow clear.

On the sixth day: "Ah for the love of God`s sake! AGAIN frigging snow! Like we don`t have enough snow here already!" The man starts to clear snow while muttering in frustration.

On the eight day: "For the f***ing sake! It has snowed again that white s**t!!! Have to get to work AGAIN... Wait... It started snowing AGAIN!?! Ah, you know what? F""k it!!!" The man went back to his cottage and banged the door shut in anger.


Why this "poet"? (Or can you call this a poet in any way..?) Because this is exactly what happened to me during this winter.
 

On the first day: the man came out from his cottage and said "Oh, what a lovely day! Pure white and fresh snow has snowed during the night. Lets start clearing!" The man starts to snow clear happily.

On the third day: "More snow? Oh well, more snow means more whiter Christmas!" The man starts to snow clear.

On the fifth day: "What? Again snow!? Well, gotta work get to work, again!" The man starts to snow clear.

On the sixth day: "Ah for the love of God`s sake! AGAIN frigging snow! Like we don`t have enough snow here already!" The man starts to clear snow while muttering in frustration.

On the eight day: "For the f***ing sake! It has snowed again that white s**t!!! Have to get to work AGAIN... Wait... It started snowing AGAIN!?! Ah, you know what? F""k it!!!" The man went back to his cottage and banged the door shut in anger.


Why this "poet"? (Or can you call this a poet in any way..?) Because this is exactly what happened to me during this winter.


As far as i can see it is no poet... It's just a story what can happen, just like the adage of Murphy's Law;
Anything that can go wrong will go wrong ;-)
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I LIKE SNOW I WAS BORN IN CANANDA I AM USED TO THE SNOW NOW ME AND THE BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST MOM EVER LIVE IN ATLANTA GA IT SNOWES HERE SOME TIMES BUT NOT ALWAYS
 

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