WINTER POEM
It’s winter in Gloucester
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour;
feels like fifty five below.
Oh, how I love Gloucester
When the snow’s up to my butt
I take a breath of winter
And my nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Gloucester
Cuz I’m frozen to the ground!!!
A friend just sent me this poem, which I just had to share.
Good Morning Gloucester 
I love it. The poem … not necessarily the NON-STOP snow storms.
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Should be on a plaque somewhere.
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