|Dave smith ||
Posted 02-01-2004 at 13:32:07
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WHY I LOVE NEW YORK
When it's Winter time in New York,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in New York
'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Winter air
And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave New York,
My feet are frozen to the ground.