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This global warming is freezing me to death!

It’s almost June and I can see my breath.

And you ask yourself what’s all the fuss

when a snowy owl gets hit by a bus.

So you think the weather pattern is hexed,

and lo and behold comes the polar vortex.

The next time you go chopping down a tree,

remember how the tropical rainforest is,

shrinking enormously.

Just how much of it is mankind to blame,

melting polar caps, depleting ozone, what a shame.

It seems too much sometimes I can’t take it any more.

My patience is running out for Chris’ sake.

Put a sock in it–Al Gore!