An artic wind is no friend
When you’ve cows to feed.
I’ve busted ice not once not twice
Can’t say I did succeed.
Pipes explode from waters froze
In the single degrees.
We may curse, yet could be worse,
No snow in the forecast be.
An Artic Wind
Lost In Thoughts
An artic wind is no friend
When you’ve cows to feed.
I’ve busted ice not once not twice
Can’t say I did succeed.
Pipes explode from waters froze
In the single degrees.
We may curse, yet could be worse,
No snow in the forecast be.
Farmer Bright 
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