Indiana Winter Poem

It’s winter in Indiana, and the gentle breezes blow,
seventy miles an hour at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Indiana, 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 hang around,
I could never leave Indiana, ’cause I’m frozen to the ground!!

2 Comments

  1. Editor

    I used to have some friends in Indiana. Now I know why I never heard back from them.

  2. Editor

    I used to have some friends in Indiana. Now I know why I never heard back from them.

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