Hey here ya go HotRod, just for y'all.
Minnesota Poem
It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Forty miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And you nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota.
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
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I've got a Tiger by the tail.
Beauty is in the eye of the Beerholder.
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