Red barns and red heifers spot the green grass circles around Omaha—the farmers haul tanks of cream and wagon-loads of cheese. Shale hogbacks across the river at Council Bluffs—and shanties hang by an eyelash to the hill slants back around Omaha. A span of steel ties up the kin of Iowa and Nebraska across the yellow, big-hoofed Missouri River. Omaha, the roughneck, feeds armies, Eats and swears from a dirty face. Omaha works to get the world a breakfast.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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