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| Author Unknown |
It's
winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour
at 52
below!
Oh, how I love Iowa
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I'm a fool.
I could never leave Iowa ,
Cause I'm frozen to the stool.
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