Posted 02-19-2003 at 10:33:10
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It's winter in New Hampshire
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour
at 52 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 it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
For I could never leave NH
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground !!!
|No Vermonters In Heaven ||
Posted 02-19-2003 at 16:22:46
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NO VERMONTERS IN HEAVEN
I dreamed that I went to the city of Gold,
To Heaven, resplendant and fair,
And after I entered that beautiful fold,
By one in authority then I was told,
That not a Vermonter was there.
"Impossible, Sir, for from my own town,
Many sought this delectable place,
And each must be here with a harp or a crown,
And a conquerors palm, and a clean linen gown,
Received through merited grace."
The Angel Replied: "All Vermonters come here
When first they depart from the Earth,
But after a day, or a month, or a year,
They restless and lonesome and homesick appear,
And sigh for the land of their birth."
"They tell of ravines, wild secluded and deep,
And flower-decked landscapes serene,
Of towering mountains, imposing and steep,
A-down which the torrents exultingly leap,
Through forests perennially green."
"They tell of the many and beautiful hills,
Their forests majestic appear,
They tell of its' rivers, its' lakes, streams and rills,
Where nature, the purest of water distills,
And they soon get dissatisfied here."
"We give them the best The Kingdom provides,
They have everything here that they want,
But not a Vermonter in Heaven abides,
A very brief period here he resides,
Then hikes his way back to Vermont."
Salmoneye...No idea who wrote that by the way...