IT'S APRIL!
That's not right!
My daffodils are in danger!
A question for Al Gore: Would you like to clear my driveway of heavy wet snow?
(He looks like he needs some exercise.)
Global warming refugees can find a home in Wisconsin, if they can handle the obscene taxes.
Give me your turtles, your seals,
Your melting glacial masses yearning to freeze free,
The wretched polar bears of your shrinking ice caps.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the frosted door.
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