Storm Coming

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His eyes squint with the light of daybreak. The smell of dew and gunpowder drifts through the camp as they rise to their mounts. The General knows that the time has come. He looks at his men; tattered, torn, proud and scared. They know.


They weren’t supposed to win the Battles of Austin, or Lincoln. The Cowboy invasion was supposed to be too strong… Pride flows through their veins, but ghosts of the old man from Manhattan and other failed battles haunt them. It’s a new day – a new chance to plant their flag.


He lights his cigar. He points to a man of metal to lead the infantry – they are determined and well-armed. He peers at the flank – they are strong – and they feed off of the two most feared warriors ever to enter the field of battle.


In the distance he can hear a storm coming. His arm goes up - They are ONE.
 
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His eyes squint with the light of daybreak. The smell of dew and gunpowder drifts through the camp as they rise to their mounts. The General knows that the time has come. He looks at his men; tattered, torn, proud and scared. They know.


They weren’t supposed to win the Battles of Austin, or Lincoln. The Cowboy invasion was supposed to be too strong… Pride flows through their veins, but ghosts of the old man from Manhattan and other failed battles haunt them. It’s a new day – a new chance to plant their flag.


He lights his cigar. He points to a man of metal to lead the infantry – they are determined and well-armed. He peers at the flank – they are strong – and they feed off of the two most feared warriors ever to enter the field of battle.


In the distance he can hear a storm coming. His arm goes up - They are ONE.
 

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we need mucho storms acoming,so we can replace the subsoil mositure in iowa. our corn and bean yields are going to be a disaster this year. corn will go 80 to 120 bu. per acre...i do not have any estimate on bean yields.

the last drouth we had like this year was in 1936. i was not born yet but the winter of 36-37 must have been nasty because we have pictures of a 45 foot snowbank that was in front of our farmhouse. all i know is my father took pictures of that huge snowdrift.... maybe this winter would be a good idea to sell some cyclone snowmoblies..
 
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we need mucho storms acoming,so we can replace the subsoil mositure in iowa. our corn and bean yields are going to be a disaster this year. corn will go 80 to 120 bu. per acre...i do not have any estimate on bean yields.

the last drouth we had like this year was in 1936. i was not born yet but the winter of 36-37 must have been nasty because we have pictures of a 45 foot snowbank that was in front of our farmhouse. all i know is my father took pictures of that huge snowdrift.... maybe this winter would be a good idea to sell some cyclone snowmoblies..

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His eyes squint with the light of daybreak. The smell of dew and gunpowder drifts through the camp as they rise to their mounts. The General knows that the time has come. He looks at his men; tattered, torn, proud and scared. They know.


They weren’t supposed to win the Battles of Austin, or Lincoln. The Cowboy invasion was supposed to be too strong… Pride flows through their veins, but ghosts of the old man from Manhattan and other failed battles haunt them. It’s a new day – a new chance to plant their flag.


He lights his cigar. He points to a man of metal to lead the infantry – they are determined and well-armed. He peers at the flank – they are strong – and they feed off of the two most feared warriors ever to enter the field of battle.


In the distance he can hear a storm coming. His arm goes up - They are ONE.


Hmmm...sounds like someone has been reading this.


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