Goddamn Winter

If you’re one of those who absolutely rejoiced at the end of winter and the arrival of spring, you must echo the sentiments of this poem:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, [...]

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