There once was a man from Wally-Woo,
He once owned a bird named Polly 2.
Polly 1 was dead,
For on his head,
There once landed some Polly poo.
He once owned a bird named Polly 2.
Polly 1 was dead,
For on his head,
There once landed some Polly poo.
(This is my entry for the first part of my project for my New Learning course that I am taking.) Introduction Corn Fields in Illinois I have lived the majority of my life in the Midwest: mid-state Illinois to be specific. Where I live, farming is everywhere. My grandparents and great-grandparents on both sides of my family were farmers. My dad grew up on a farm and owned farmland, well into my own adulthood. But, even if it wasn’t in the family, I still would have been surrounded by farming. You can’t go more than a mile outside of my city’s limits without encountering miles and miles of fields. Most of our highways, and even interstates, are located between acres of farmland.
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