Friday, January 12, 2007

On Winter (a poem)

A season of freezing, so harsh and so bitter,
At 40 below in the F's and the C's,
Has one lone advantage in my plain opinion:
Come springtime we won't have to worry 'bout these.

(hehe... die suckers!)

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