NH Poem

It’s winter in the White Mountains
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love New Hampshire
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave New Hampshire
Cause I’m frozen to the ground.

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3 Responses to NH Poem

  1. Shannon says:

    LMAO!!This was great. Thanks for the laugh!Here I thought it would be a tender and nostalgic piece. I should’ve known better 😉

  2. Donna says:

    This poem is just too cute!

  3. Jeff says:

    Now THAT”S poetry!! ;^D

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