WINTER Poem
It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below .
Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
I'm frozen to the ground!
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