You don't have to go to work
Outside, the world has fallen asleep
Snow fogs sound, time and place
People are muffled like eskimos
Cars float, in an alien environment
Other barriers have dissolved
Children, we have lost our everyday face
The snow is a licence to escape
Amazed by the harsh, kindly light
We humanise the soft, sharp flakes
And decorate them – our likenesses
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