oh little tractor
old and worn
thank you for adorning my daywith your presence
you think your days passed
as you see gigantic john deere
crisp and green unloaded in the
lot before you
ah but friend,
they have not, nor will they
ever see
what you have seen
they have not, nor will
ever
have the touch
of your owner’s hand upon them
to me, oh little one
you are much grander
much more beautiful
much more wise
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