Winter Poem


It’s winter in Gloucester

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour;

feels like fifty five below.

Oh, how I love Gloucester

When the snow’s up to my butt

I take a breath of winter

And my nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So I guess I’ll hang around

I could never leave Gloucester

Cuz I’m frozen to the ground!!!

A friend just sent me this poem, which I just had to share.


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