This is a poem a friend gave me yesterday
It's winter in Ontario
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Ontario
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Ontario,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Don't worry Mum, spring will come before i have to fly home.
Adrian
Thursday, 28 February 2008
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2 comments:
Funny! it's our last day of summer - and the leaves are already falling on our square and in our street. But it's so dry it's all mostly brown - not pretty like they autumn you had.
See you this season!
xo
Thats an awesome poem!! You are very clever Adrian!
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