pixelsuicide

and now for some poetry, i give you...



Winter in Michigan:
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour
And at 52 below

Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose freezes shut

Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground