WHY I LOVE CANADA...

When it's Christmas time in Canada,

And the gentle breezes blow,

About seventy miles an hour

And it's fifty-two below.

You can tell that you're in Canada

'cause the snow's up to your butt,

And you take a breath of Christmas air

Then your nose holes both freeze shut.

The weather here is wonderful,

So I guess I'll hang around,

I could NEVER leave great Canada.

My feet are frozen to the ground!

This is Canada ! cold freezing but I begin to love it !

What is Canada hiding for me?

Sadness or hapiness?

Sickness or heath ?

Lonliness or love ?

Weakness or strength ?

Hopes  or  regrets ?

Well all this is  unknown to me , God only knows .

I might tell you one day what has  my new life done to me .

Maybe when I'll feel my feet on a solid ground .

Gihan    07/01/2001

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