Well now, it appears I am single-handedly keeping this thread alive. Go me.
Adieu to the seasonal one from Dylan Thomas:
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It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, although there were no reindeers. But there were cats. A Child's Christmas in Wales
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And hello to something for the new year, which, for a change of pace, contains nothing about cats:
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as intimate -- as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow --
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