04-08-2003, 03:01 PM
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girthy pickles
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Poetry Corner
A Springtime poem..............
When its springtime in Wisconsin, and the gentle breezes blow about seventy miles an hour and its fifty-two below. You can tell you're in Wisconsin, 'cause the snow's up to your butt, and you take a breath of springtime air and your nose holes both freeze shut. The weather here is wonderful, so I guess I'll hang around. I could never leave Wisconsin, my feet are frozen to the ground!
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