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Era una noche un poco fría y jeff salio a la calle a hacer sus rondas diarias como el decía,entro por una ventana y se dirigió a una habitación al azar,llegó a la habitación del pequeño de la casa. el niño que se encontraba ahí dormía profundamente nada lo despertaría. Jeff miro detenidamente al pequeño,este tenía un oso de peluche con unos ojos de botón color amarillo... <br /> <br /> <br />Music by: "Penumbra" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) <br />Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 <br />http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ <br /> <br />Penumbra by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under CC Attribution 3.0. <br /> <br />Direct Link: http://incompetech.com/music/r....oyalty-free/index.ht <br /> <br />ISRC: USUAN1200105 <br />© 2012 Kevin MacLeod

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Donald Malcolm Campbell, CBE (23rd March 1921 - 4th January 1967) was a British speed record breaker who broke eight absolute world speed records on water and on land in the 1950s and 1960s. He remains the only person to set both world land and water speed records in the same year (1964).

The doors are shut, the windows fast; <br />Outside the gust is driving past, <br />Outside the shivering ivy clings, <br />While on the hob the kettle sings. <br /> Margery, Margery, make the tea, <br /> Singeth the kettle merrily. <br /> <br />The streams are hushed up where they flowed, <br />The ponds are frozen along the road, <br />The cattle are housed in shed and byre, <br />While singeth the kettle on the fire. <br /> Margery, Margery, make the tea, <br /> Singeth the kettle merrily. <br /> <br />The fisherman on the bay in his boat <br />Shivers and buttons up his coat; <br />The traveler stops at the tavern door, <br />And the kettle answers the chimney’s roar. <br /> Margery, Margery, make the tea, <br /> Singeth the kettle merrily. <br /> <br />The firelight dances upon the wall, <br />Footsteps are heard in the outer hall; <br />A kiss and a welcome that fill the room, <br />And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. <br /> Margery, Margery, make the tea, <br /> Singeth the kettle merrily.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canadian-folksong/

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I look out the frosted window <br />At the snow falling on the ground. <br />I listen for noises below, <br />But to my delight there isn't a sound. <br /> <br />I put on my big puffy jacket <br />And tie my boots tight to my feet. <br />Trying not to make too much racket, <br />I slide down the banister and past my dog Pete. <br /> <br />I quietly sneak out the front door, <br />And into the dead of the night. <br />I dance around my front yard, <br />Mimicking a bird in flight. <br /> <br />I think of an idea, <br />Letting my inner-child show. <br />I make one snowball; then two; three; four, <br />And throw them up towards the moon's heavenly glow. <br /> <br />Crashing onto the new fallen flakes, <br />I make two snow angels side-by-side. <br />Back and forth my arms shake, <br />For the wings of the angels: a guide. <br /> <br />Suddenly I see hints of orange and yellow in the distance, <br />And realize I'd better go back in the house. <br />Slipping into the entryway, <br />I creep up the stairs like a mouse. <br /> <br />I jump back onto my bed, <br />And pull over me the down-fillled quilt. <br />Letting the images slide thorough my head, <br />I remember the snow-things I built.<br /><br />Emily Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-things/