Winter Poem
It's winter in South Dakota
And the gentle breezes blow
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love South Dakota
When the snow's up to your butt
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 stick around
I could never leave South Dakota
I'm frozen to the ground!
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Love it!
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