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*When the snow comes I remember the first year I came to Canada. It was late fall and the winter came early. I think it was trying to change my mind and get me to go back to England. The fresh white snow flew. Soon it drifted over the pathways. Silken windsocks of snow filled the porch. We all bought scarves That wrapped about our faces ******* icy air through woolen fibres. I remember the houses turned grey and the pristine white on the sidewalk quickly turned to wet slush. My boots felt heavy and tight with long thick socks. Gripping them to my feet. Cars spluttered and coughed A peephole of windscreen with a driver peering into the gloom. I decided to quit Canada and go back. But twenty five years later I am still here. And the snowfalls do not bother me at all.*
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
When the snows came..Judes first Canadian snowfall
*When the snow comes I remember the first year I came to Canada. It was late fall and the winter came early. I think it was trying to change my mind and get me to go back to England. The fresh white snow flew. Soon it drifted over the pathways. Silken windsocks of snow filled the porch. We all bought scarves That wrapped about our faces ******* icy air through woolen fibres. I remember the houses turned grey and the pristine white on the sidewalk quickly turned to wet slush. My boots felt heavy and tight with long thick socks. Gripping them to my feet. Cars spluttered and coughed A peephole of windscreen with a driver peering into the gloom. I decided to quit Canada and go back. But twenty five years later I am still here. And the snowfalls do not bother me at all.*
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
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