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An Indiana poem

It's winter in Indiana
And the gentle breeze blow
Seventy miles per hour
At thirty five below

Oh how I love Indiana
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And you nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Indiana
Because I'm frozen to the ground

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