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  Love a bit of poetry Andrew. Here is my contribution (I should add, written from the perspective of the Gateway):
  
  Sea slops sluggishly in the bay
  With not a ripple to disturb
  It's glassy surface, or the shore
  
  Sea birds gather in ragged clumps
  At dawn and dusk to discuss
  The strange white cold
  
  Snow covers hills and allotments
  And no-one has gritted so far
  Footprints cross the hallowed lawns
  
  Elderly chaps become apoplectic
  At the desecration thus revealed
  Which they are unable to control (aah!)
  
  Foolish motorists persist in
  Sallying forth regardless, and
  To my joy, slip and slither madly
  
  Trees on the cliff stand stiff and still
  Powdered with a snowy dust
  Reminiscent of cow parsley in summer
  
  Ancient ruins and modern shacks
  Alike, have mysterious charm
  Flaws air-brushed by an icy hand
  
  Boats and birds, beach and balconies
  Frozen in the harsh grasp of winter
  The world stands still and wonders

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