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A Wisconsin Poem

jemdandy
5 years ago

It's winter in Wisconsin

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour,

At thirty-five below.


Oh, how I love Wisconsin,

When the snow's up to your butt,

You take a breath of winter air

And your nose gets frozen shut.


Yes, the weather here is wonderful,

So I guess I'll hang around.

I could never leave Wisconsin,

'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.

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