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Massachusetts Poem
It's winter in Massachusetts
and the gentle breezes blow
seventy miles per hour
at twenty five below.
Oh, how I love Massachusetts
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 Massachusetts
my ass is frozen to the ground.
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Warren
'Liberals are maggots upon the life of this planet and need to get off at the next rotation.' (Jamo 2008)
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