There're icicles and clumps of snow
In places where the sun don't shine.
It's nowhere that you'd want to go -
Places where the sun don't shine.
Things melt slowly, if at all,
In places where the sun don't shine.
Spring may stutter, even stall
In places where the sun don't shine.
If you think I've missed the ticket
With these rhyming thoughts of mine,
You know just where you can stick it -
Yes, sir - where the sun don't shine!
Sunday, December 23, 2018
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