Oh my lord what are we to do with all this snow. 150 cm (that ‘s 5 feet) of snow in the last week.
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I tried to take my kids out to play in the snow today and the snow is over their heads and they weren’t to happy that they couldn’t make a snow man cause they couldn’t even move in the snow. How are toddlers to play in 5 feet of snow. Come On it has to stop some time we even got to brake a record here we haven’t had this much snow in over 45 years.

PLEASE STOP SNOWING
Unknown "Super Mom" Wild - 16 years, 11 months, 16 days ago

Spirits of the Dead

by Edgar Allan Poe (1829)

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee -- and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given --
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --
Now are visions ne'er to vanish --
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! --
Unknown "Super Mom" Wild - 16 years, 11 months, 18 days ago

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe (1875)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
Unknown "Super Mom" Wild - 16 years, 11 months, 18 days ago