A Minnesota Winter Poem
It's winter here in Minnesota and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota when the snow is 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 old Minnesota.
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
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