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The Silence Of January Snow

Wintry Sunday spent in bed, rather than take Christmas lights down instead, I'm right here, where I'm meant to be, with you, this crossword, my next cup of tea, a world turned cold, is left on hold, it's futures untold, as yet to unfold, January has no place to go, but just listens to, the silence of snow.

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