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Michigan Winter Poem
It's winter here in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love ole Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter
And your nose freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave my Michigan
Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

trespassing, littering, poaching. im tired of it! we spend a lot of time to scout, find good hunting spots and bad characters are making our sport, way of life for some, more difficult. there aint enough conservation officers out there. so i suppose the best way to stop this is to report, and keep our friends and each other in line.