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02 July 2007 @ 12:14 pm
Virginia in July Poem  
If it's hot, and the air is boiling,
If I go outside, to swim inside,
And theres not a cloud to be seen,
Where, oh where am I sah,
Only the place they call Virginia.

Where mosquitos reign,
Where it is wet, without rain,
And the only way to live is with a fan,
Where, oh where am I sah,
Only the place they call Virginia.

The Mountains holding back the clouds,
The Ocean making it humid,
And hurricanes come from the south,
Where, oh where am I sah,
Only the place they call Virginia.

And we are attacked by a squirrel,
And acorns coming at a whirl,
And the dog, he runs away,
Where, oh where am I sah,
Only the place they call Virginia.

Where snow comes by the ton,
And the seals, they're really fun,
And the ice, it makes my home,
Where, oh where am I sah,
Only the place they call... this isn't Virginia
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: The wirrrr of fans, the drone of mosquitos
 
 
 
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