WINTER Poem
It's winter in Illinois
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Illinois
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 Illinois
I'm frozen to the ground!
My aunt in Illinois sent me this, but I can tell you, it applies to Minnesota too (or any other state that has had zero and below temperatures this winter).
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