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Ok. while everybody see a cold harsh reality. I see a warm hearted story. So here is my entry.

I sat in my comfy chair, looking out the window at the new fallen snow. Once more the temperature has dropped, and once again the town is caught in old man winters grasp.
Why? I asked myself, While sitting in my comfy chair. Why does old man winter blast us so? Why does he return with a vengeance every year? Did we upset him some how? I really want to know.

Theses thoughts ran through my head. As I sat in my comfy chair. And I watched the wind whip by and the snowflakes looking for a place to rest. Once more the temperature dropped and the wind blew harder still. Why O why I asked. Sitting in my comfy chair. The only answer was the wind and snow to blow by my window at a restless pace. Then the wind seems to talk to me. And oddly I understood what it said.

With great effort and sorrow. I arose from my comfy chair. Grabbed my former seat of rest and started to drag it across the room, then down the hall, out the front door. To come to rest in the yard. I looked at the sky above and gave a knowing wink. Then left my comfy chair. I just left it right there. Why? I was asked upon my return. Because. I answered. Old man winter wasn’t vengeful, mad or upset. He was cranky. Because he no place to rest. So I put my comfy chair so he can rest his frozen Dari air. For warmer tomorrow.

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What's the difference between congress and a penitentiary?
One is filled with tax evaders, blackmailers and threats to society.
The other is for housing prisoners.
~~David Letterman