The Lake Michigan Snow Machine is running at full power. I found this poem in my files and have to share it with you. I do not know who wrote it. I wish I had written but I can't take credit for it.
A MICHIGAN WINTER POEM
It’s winter here in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan
When the snow’s up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter
And your nose freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan
Cause I’m frozen to the ground!
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