>A poem . . . simply entitled . . . "To the ground"
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>It's winter in Canada!
>And the gentle breezes blow
>Seventy miles an hour
>At thirty-five below.
>Oh, how I love Canada
>When the snow's up to your butt
>You take a breath of winter
>And your nose gets frozen shut.
>Yes, the weather here is wonderful
>So I guess I'll hang around
>I could never leave Canada
>I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!

That could be a Loudon Wainwright lyric. Funny!