a hoar frosty day
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A poem from today's Grand Forks Herald:
Its winter in North Dakota
and the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles and hour
at thirty-five below
Oh, how I love North Dakota
when the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
and your nose gets frozen shut
Yet the weather here is wonderful
so I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave North Dakota.
I’m frozen to the ground.