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| WINTER Poem It's winter in IDAHO And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below. Oh, how I love IDAHO 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 dear Idaho I'm frozen to the ground! So although mostly this poem is true...I really do miss Idaho!!! |
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Rexburg, oh how i miss you sooo
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