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CANADIAN WINTER POEM
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It is winter in Canada
and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
at thirty-five below.
and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
at thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love
Canada,
when the snow's up to your butt.
When you take a breath of winter,
and your nose gets frozen shut.
when the snow's up to your butt.
When 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,
For I could never leave Canada,cause I am frozen to the ground...
So I guess I'll hang around,
For I could never leave Canada,cause I am frozen to the ground...
Photos and written
by
Sir Richard...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
Sir Richard...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
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