jim foulk (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)
Blizzard of 2006
Snow, Snow, and More Snow,
when will you stop!
Of the flakes you do drop.
The Blizzard of 2006,
so much snow has fell,
many people stranded and in a fix
Here in Denver, stuck in traffic,
slipping and sliding, oh so slick,
if i have a wreck, how tragic.
Closed highways, people stranded,
this is on storm, not to forget,
finally at home, here we have landed.
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