A Farmer’s Dream

Corn fields were dead along 41. Debris had piled up on em. Drivers throwing out cigarette butts, McDonald’s bags, Happy Meal boxes, beer cans, all over resting soil.

Soon they’ll come alive again. Soon. Green stalks reaching and the smell of corn will come quickly to this land. Almost as if it were over night. A farmer’s dream.

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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