ramblings and things

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they harvested by darkness
tractors carving through the night
up and down the plantation
guided by the infra red light
and the pilots in their cabins
hidden way down deep inside
watched through the video screens
to control their night long ride

the operation ceased at day break
in case of enemy attack
and the machines converted
pulled cutters in and back
for  the armour to be deployed
and in just a few moments there
they'd made attack weapons
from  their mobile ploughshares

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