Tonka Tractor

Toydust, I am.

Reflect on Tonka tractor of olden times, I do.

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I sit here.

Pondering.

Sleep, I do not.

Eat, I do not.

Pooh, I do not.

For like, twenty minutes.

Memories of past play-times linger.

Refusing to leave.

Kind of like my tapeworm.

The End.

 

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