Looking for the town of corns.

Fri, 11/16/2012 - 00:57 -- DKnight

Location

98903
United States
46° 31' 38.9892" N, 120° 57' 7.8912" W

Working in the field is
In my life. Someday
The land will be
Wild again. It is
By hard work that I'm
Living with crops.
In the same time a
Town is found between crops.
Out of my way, the field
Of my dreams, it's calling for
This gentle and proud worker. Trapped in a
Country made of iron.

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