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Nov 6, 2009 02:48 PM
By Jerry Adler
I. Carbon Country
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
Beneath which cows metabolize
All those amber waves of grain
And fill the heavens with methane.
For purple mountain majesties
Whose glaciers melt and lakes won’t freeze
Yes, my country, ‘tis of thee--
Land of private property--
I sing. And of the fruited plains
Which someday soon will sprout plantains.
And coconuts to fill the cargo
Holds of ships that dock in Fargo
When shining sea meets shining sea
In Iowa or Tennessee.
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