Between the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. Between the Iowa and Cedar. Between the Des Moines and Skunk. I've lived or worked by them all. (Except the Missouri - that one doesn't count.) And fought floods against two of them more than once.
I truly wish you didn't suffer so blueWhen your feet grow so coldand your heart feels so oldwhen out of your hovel you try to shovel All that Christmas beautyin order to do your duty to family, friends and passersbywho would drop in to say Hi.If only they could navigate the path from house to gateto witness your exhausted statedue to the weather's hateOf happy yuletide greetings and other sweet meetingswhen nature wants her wayshe'll make someone payfor wrecking her wintry designshe has no feeling benignand will exact a fee.Thank God, it isn't me.Merry Christmas
You've brightened up my morning, SA"Thank God, it isn't me" - lolThanks
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