I received this poem in an email today, I don't know who wrote it.
It's winter in Indiana, and the gentle breezes blow,
seventy miles an hour at twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Indiana, 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 Indiana, 'cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
Stay warm and safe y'all!
