Michigan Poem (Snorkeling in Michigan)
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Michigan
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 Michigan
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Michigan
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 Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground
This is why I snorkel in the Caribbean, and enjoying sitting on the beach enjoying the view
but this might lead tofollowed by the brush
and yet the next day, another beach beckons
as does the look
followed by the brush
Now, I am a slow learner, but don't you find this next photo interesting? Do you wonder what has the woman's attention in the next picture, I think we know what has the man's attention
of course, too much attention can have unfortunate results
and in this pretend scenario, Cindy knows where the man is gazing![](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1g51KHthAY/Uw0ChodFewI/AAAAAAAAXQ4/pXQuVzTntaA/s1600/32.png)
bottoms up (beach photos from our last vacation)
Red