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The Heartland's Political Tides

Upon the fields where corn whispers rise, A silent storm brews in heartland skies. Entwined in a dance, the hopefuls clash, While one sails smooth in a solo dash. The eagles soar over heady debates, A thrum of democracy resonates. As currents shift in this earnest bout, The heartland watches, its voice carries clout.

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The Heartland's Political Tides