Snow might be around the corner for my city...
Snow, seems to never stop when it starts. It falls to the ground which isn't smart.
Slip and slide it makes you do! It is nothing short then my hairdo!
I take the snow machine out to ride. I blaze the trails with nothing to hide.
Sometimes oh I wish I lived in a warmer city. I wouldn't be left in this puddle of pity.
Then I realize that hot weather is icky. It makes you icky.
I take that back I love the cold! I cuddle my bear tightly and feel like gold!
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