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It's winter in Kincardine,
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Kincardine ,
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter,
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Kincardine
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
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31/01/2009 08:14 PM
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