The frozen ditch behind the house and a poem
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WHY I LOVE Indiana IN THE WINTER TIME... When it's Winter time in Indiana, And the gentle breezes blow, About seventy miles an hour And it's twenty-two below. You can tell you're in Indiana 'cause the snow's up to your butt, And you take a breath of Winter air And your nose holes both freeze shut. Anon
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