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a poem
3/2/2007 at 10:37 PM
When it's springtime in Manitoba
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Manitoba
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of springtime air
And your nostrtils both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave Manitoba
My feet are frozen to the ground.