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The snow is falling heavy  on our street
Siberian weather its the Beast from the east
Even the birds are feeling the cold
It's climate change well so we are told.

We speak to a neighbour he wears a thick coat
Sneezing and coughing he has a sore throat
Weather so cold we have got frozen feet
Here we are facing the Beast from the east.

The storm now is brewing a blizzard to come
The kids just love it they are having fun
But we are now older we need the heat
We just cannot cope with the Beast from the east.

But things are not quite as bad as they seem
We are retired from work and living a dream
Tomorrow we fly and take to the sky's
So long bad weather Hello there Dubai.

So when we are out there in the sunshine
And increment weather is left far behind
And when we walk the Dubaian beach
The Beast from the east will be well out of reach.
Britain at the moment is experiencing heavy snow and storms
Just about everywhere.
they have called it the Beast from the east.I must make it clear that
This poem is on behalf of some one Who was just about to go on Holiday
To Dubia. Although I wish it was me.the gentleman and his wife go to Dubia  every year for 3 weeks.


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You drive me crazy, you drive me insane
When you ask me where I'm going,
and you ask me what's my game
Am I the only one who feels this way?

I just want to scream and say
Excuse me sir, excuse me mam
Get a grip
I don't even know your name
For the complete strangers
I've encountered within the last few days
There is a rock with a red gush
At the fountain of the desert heart
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one

There is a child within a lonely heart
At the certain clock of the desert hurt
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
Australia
Hey, you!

Over here.

Nothing to say, really.

But everything to tell.

Music, life, tears, and a little bit of love.

Thank you, God.

(My God.)

Thank you.
You might be a tycoon but you ain't fooling me in your typhoon!
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