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Geography: Poem Analysis

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In the middle of Missouri you’d think you would probably find lots of farmland, fields of corn or wheat, cows; Old MacDonald pretty much living down the road, but that is no longer the case. Anywhere you are lucky enough to find land, the grass is shriveled up, dead and crunchy beneath your feet. Now all of the barns are filled with families rather than farm animals; more and more people are traveling to live here since the coasts are shrinking and they’ve got no place to go. I imagine they miss their old lives by the beach, I bet the coasts have a much sweeter smell than the dryness of the land here. Sometimes I see people at the edges of the river, probably reminiscing about the place they used to call home, but none dare to touch the murky

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