My mother emailed this great poem to me. I have no idea if anyone is reading these mindless posts but I will share anyway. This pretty much sums up anyone that considers themselves a "Maine-iac" and why we are that way. I think that she found it in her church bulletin.
Why I Love Maine...
'It's winter in the state of Maine
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At fifty-two below.
Oh, how I love the state of Maine
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose, it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave the state of Maine...
Cause I'm frozen to the ground.'
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