I hear tell they grow farm boys in the corn fields of Iowa. You never know where a woman may find a good man. Just pick one and bring him home, Bek.
This will be Bek, in all her homespun beauty, when she gets to Iowa and all that good ole farm cookin'. Wish I could have some.
Nothing like corn on the cob, fresh from the fields! Yummmm! Imagine butter dripping all over that!
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