A Wyoming Poem

It’s winter in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below Oh, how I love Wyoming 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’ll guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Wyoming ‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground.
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