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 Snow by Louis MacNeice 
						The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink rose against it
 Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
 World is suddener than we fancy it.
 
 World is crazier and more of it than we think,
 Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
 A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
 The drunkenness of things being various.
 
 And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
 Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes --
 On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands--
 There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
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