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My dad was telling stories again tonight. He said that he's heard corn grow.
He said he'd heard people say they could hear it, so he went out on a hot, humid, still night and laid down on the ground between the rows. He could hear it squeaking around him.
He said they used to have corn on the farm that was 16 feet high, and sunflowers nearly twelve feet high, and the stems were so thick he had to cut them with an axe.
He also mentioned having to unload a rail car of double-length railroad ties, to use as fenceposts on the ranch.
He said he'd heard people say they could hear it, so he went out on a hot, humid, still night and laid down on the ground between the rows. He could hear it squeaking around him.
He said they used to have corn on the farm that was 16 feet high, and sunflowers nearly twelve feet high, and the stems were so thick he had to cut them with an axe.
He also mentioned having to unload a rail car of double-length railroad ties, to use as fenceposts on the ranch.
