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			 Got this in my email today... I don't know who the author is. 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
		
		
	
	
	--> When it's springtime in Alberta And the gentle breezes blow, About seventy miles an hour And it's fifty-two below. You can tell you're in Alberta 'cause the snow's up to your butt, And you take a breath of springtime air And your noseholes both freeze shut. The weather here is wonderful, So I guess I'll hang around, I could never leave Alberta My feet are frozen to the ground.  |