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WINTER IN LONDON 

Grey gold disc in misty skies,
The winter falls before my eyes,
The snow glides down on buildings tall,
The wind it whips across the mall,
People wrapped up on the underground,
Like ghosts drifting by without a sound,
Big Ben chimes the midnight hour,
The London air has all turned sour,
A boat upon the Thames alone,
An old man struggles home,
The homeless by a bonfire stand,
Upon a dirty plot of land,
The London Eye is still and dark,
A swing is creaking in the park,
A shadow moves behind the trees,
A dog howls upon the breeze,