Thursday, July 15, 2010

Thirteen Below, v2.0

We go to the snow when it's thirteen below...
Why we go when it's so cold, we don't really know.
I fret at the wet squishy feeling I get
When I walk in my socks, 'cause I lost some dumb bet.
Then a fox ate my socks as they dried on the rocks.
And now my poor toes are feeling cold shocks.

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