Pro pa ne Cale ndar
Supersize plant can’t Negotiate built road with deftness Moved at night instead Through purposeways in corn Alight with warning, no, for Comfort of the handler Who glances up Sometimes and grins or What, like leading a barn on a Leash. A little fog Collects around its Trim from his high cab The driver rasps a hooter Nothing sleeping stirs Stage right the second Juggernaut the dawn comes on
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