Twas in the month of December,
In the year of eighteen eighty-two,
The railway lines near Pevensey Bay
Were buried under the snoo.
All thro' the night the blizzard fiend
Did like a lion roar,
The snow rose up from inches three,
To inches three foot four.
William J. MacGoonagal Poet & Tragedian
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