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Thu 29 Jan, 2004 01:46 pm
It's winter in New England
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love New England
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose, it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
But I could never leave New England
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!!
Oh, I do so love New England
New England is my home
New England's where I hang my heart
So here's a little poem
'Tis cold in winter, this is true
And snow is on the hills
The old manse isn't insulated
You should see our heating bills
A birthplace of America
The place I hold most dear
One thing that stands above all else
Is KJV's not here.
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