I have smelled the future of economic development in this country. It smells like garlic.
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For example, Milk Country USA would have to go in or near Harvard, Ill., self-proclaimed milk capital of the world. I myself have marched, as a cowlow youth, in the annual Harvard Milk Day parade, and would be happy to spend money in an udder-shaped theater listening to the soothing sounds of that old '60s band, the Cowsills .
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