W.W.&F. Discussion Forum
WW&F Railway Museum Discussion => Whimsical Weirdness and Foolery => Topic started by: Ira Schreiber on December 11, 2014, 02:47:45 PM
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My cousin, from Culver City, CA but a Maine native, sent me this.
A MAINE POEM
It's winter in Maine
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
at thirty-five below.
Oh how I love Maine
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of Winter air
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never ever leave Maine
'cause my feet are frozen to the ground !
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Having lived there myself I can only smile. On the other hand I have lived in SoCal also and had to deal with the earthquakes. I'll take Maine...........
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I especially like it when all your facial hair gets a layer of ice on it. Then you know it's cold.
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And then walk into a warm building and it all thaws...