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Things going down in the life of this corn. Planted in May. Time renders everything a mortality meditation. W.H. Rehnquist, a couple of hundred soldiers. New Orleans under water, dead patients in hospital. One Candidate out with a fractured pelvis, the other daughter signing up.
Yes yes, life in its glorious color, starts out green, goes to gray. Now different than the
longest day, waiting for the reaper.
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Where are they now? The corn trio, the valiant plants on the edge.
The edge was good at the beginning, more sunlight. The edge is later not such a good thing. The plants on the perimeter are the first to get fall prey to deer and racoons, first to be harvested.
The edge is risky; ask New York, ask New Orleans ask San Francisco.
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