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corn grew up on the cob got gnawed off by the gob In a shack way out back cob had a job wiping glob corn got thrown in the can cob got tossed by the man then big fat hogs gobbled cob logs and turned ‘em into ham What the? Wadda ya know. The labels now read GMO corn and beans, and in betweens all mutate more than they grow

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Date: 11/13/2016 9:25:00 PM
The word mutate is now stuck in my head; are we all going to become GMO monsters sorta like the walking dead?!? Love the wit, because there is GMO truth in it!:)
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Date: 11/14/2016 9:42:00 AM
just mutate, tis our fate ;-)
Date: 11/13/2016 3:24:00 PM
love your humor, john! very cleverly done...
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Date: 11/13/2016 7:25:00 PM
Thanks ilene! we b silly whenever we can;-)
Date: 11/13/2016 12:46:00 PM
have fun down on the farm...in the corncrib swinging my arm...slipped and fell...yelled like hell...blood oozing more than my ego was harmed
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Date: 11/13/2016 7:25:00 PM
be careful!!!

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