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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.24.23.05.17632]] |
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No more snow, please no more snow. I never wanna see another man-of-snow! Gimme some of that hot stuff, sticky gook - That you spread all over for that tanned look. No more cold, I don't like blistering white. Now, a palm tree and ice cream - those are sights. I would jump up and down for a sprinkle of rain. But all this wint'ry cold only brings me pain. I want sand in my hair, oil on my skin, and cold ice tea. No hot cocoa, no marshmallow, no chicken noodle for me! I'm not dreamin'of a white Christmas tonite - I'm thinking of that big, hot, blazin' sun so brite. I don't want to smell turkey baking brown - I want warm oils of sweet coconuts circling 'round my crown. I've had enough Nyquil and Dristan to last a 100 years. I'd rather a margarita or Pina Colada while walkin on a pier. So if any ski bunny tells ya winter's the one that's cool- Stuff a beach towel in her mouth and grab the Hawiian Tropics - I'm going back down south, ya fool! |