Ode to winter
Ode To Winter
It's winter in New Hampshire
And the gentle breezes blow
Fifty miles an hour
At seventeen below
Oh, how I love New Hampshire
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'll guess I'll hang around
I could never leave New Hampshire
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground
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"The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit." Nelson Henderson (1865-1943)
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