"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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A purple man wakes up in his purple house, on a purple morning. He gets out of his purple bed, goes to his purple bathroom, brushes his purple teeth with his purple toothpaste, puts on his purple clothes and eats his purple breakfast. After eating his purple toast, and drinking his purple tea he puts on his purple clothes, leaves his purple house, shuts his purple front door, gets into his purple car and drives down the purple road.
He drives to a purple marina, where his purple yacht is bobbing on the purple waves. He boards the purple boat and sails on the purple sea, under the beautiful purple sky. The wind fills his purple sails, and he sails to a remote purple island, moors the purple boat and drops the purple anchor. He dives into the purple sea, and swims to the purple island where he lies on the purple beach, and it's such a beautiful day that he falls asleep.
When he wakes up his purple boat has disappeared: the purple anchor slipped off and the purple boat sailed away over the purple sea, and he screams...