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Little lights staring forth,    slightly glazed in need of a gentle buffering.    Always seeing where red was going, although when it was night his beams   not focused more                                   a blur. But muddy features showed    this little tractor wasn't scared of hard work.    In fact his tires in need of a clean, as tracks left behind where he'd travelled forth. Looking behind you could see which direction red had come from, but they weren't random. If you got a little height you could make out little pictures drawn in                    tire treaded dirt. A regular little artist was red,    Now he was little, so sometimes red would get in mischief. Found on the grass no tracks? Just a do not touch sign on the                                                floor. But there were no muddy treads,    No flowers crushed before his path. So how did little red get on the grass, found sleepily slumbering his little                            exhaust snoring away. "Red, wake up, As he stretched a little pump                  came out his exhaust, "Whoops,                as he blushed a slightly darker           hue of  red than before. "What you doing on the grass red? I don't know, I must have sleep wheeled     here, its so much soft than the cobbles I sleep on in the shed. But there are no tracks, I must have tip tired toed,   so not to wake you up.                        I knocked over the sign, And felt how comfortable it was. The farmer knew he'd accidently                               told him the truth. Red was only little after all.   Ok would you like to sleep under the stars on a field of grass from now on. "Oh yes please, its so soft and comfy           on my tires, The farmer smiled come on red,                   as he lifted him off the grass gently so not to crush the flowers. Red drove at his side, tire tracks following behind as he drove through puddles          splashing the farmer as he walked on.
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
poetic-t
Little Red
Little lights staring forth,    slightly glazed in need of a gentle buffering.    Always seeing where red was going, although when it was night his beams   not focused more                                   a blur. But muddy features showed    this little tractor wasn't scared of hard work.    In fact his tires in need of a clean, as tracks left behind where he'd travelled forth. Looking behind you could see which direction red had come from, but they weren't random. If you got a little height you could make out little pictures drawn in                    tire treaded dirt. A regular little artist was red,    Now he was little, so sometimes red would get in mischief. Found on the grass no tracks? Just a do not touch sign on the                                                floor. But there were no muddy treads,    No flowers crushed before his path. So how did little red get on the grass, found sleepily slumbering his little                            exhaust snoring away. "Red, wake up, As he stretched a little pump                  came out his exhaust, "Whoops,                as he blushed a slightly darker           hue of  red than before. "What you doing on the grass red? I don't know, I must have sleep wheeled     here, its so much soft than the cobbles I sleep on in the shed. But there are no tracks, I must have tip tired toed,   so not to wake you up.                        I knocked over the sign, And felt how comfortable it was. The farmer knew he'd accidently                               told him the truth. Red was only little after all.   Ok would you like to sleep under the stars on a field of grass from now on. "Oh yes please, its so soft and comfy           on my tires, The farmer smiled come on red,                   as he lifted him off the grass gently so not to crush the flowers. Red drove at his side, tire tracks following behind as he drove through puddles          splashing the farmer as he walked on.
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I wish I was an unidentified Flying object I would fly under the radar I would fly under the radar I would fly under The radar You would be walking in your sleep Stepping out into the street I’d shoot my tractor beam I would **** you in I would **** You in
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
reimar
UFO
I wish I was an unidentified Flying object I would fly under the radar I would fly under the radar I would fly under The radar You would be walking in your sleep Stepping out into the street I’d shoot my tractor beam I would **** you in I would **** You in
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