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22 Below 0
I am reminded of a little poem I heard as I freeze going out to feed...
WINTER Poem
It's winter in Idaho
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Idaho
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 Idaho
I'm frozen to the ground!
WINTER Poem
It's winter in Idaho
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Idaho
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 Idaho
I'm frozen to the ground!
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