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Jan 06. 2026
I grow in tall rows, sometimes shaped like a maze, my kernels are many, my leaves catch the sun’s rays. I’m popped and I’m ground, I’m sweet and I’m tall, I’m found on your table, or fields in the fall.
Jan 06. 2026
I grow in tall rows, sometimes shaped like a maze, my kernels are many, my leaves catch the sun’s rays. I’m popped and I’m ground, I’m sweet and I’m tall, I’m found on your table, or fields in the fall.