My good friend Marjorie sent me this little Poem of truths.We both wish we wrote it.It's winter in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wyoming
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Wyoming
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Anon
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