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To anyone who has ever lived in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 25 below!
Oh, how I love Iowa
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Iowa ,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Iowa Snow Sculpture and Poem
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