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230 dead storm nails

Office 230 dead as storm nails battered in monkey breezes
Let’s battle Europe yesterday
After the clouds pass away
Or maybe you could stay for a while
And make the count some tea
230 dead storm nails battered…

Remember the days when Nestle hot 
  Chocolate was so comforting
    After a long snow trip
        In the winddrifts
              Of a PA
             Afternoon?
Remember when it used to actually snow
    On a Pennsylvania afternoon?

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