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I'm a tip truck,
see my load,
transport sand
along the road,
sometimes dirt or
crushed-up rocks,
help to build
apartment blocks.
Pull up close to
quarry's lip,
work my lever,
watch me tip,
now I'm empty, I
can run,
back to site for
another one.
Dawn to dusk I work
till late,
deadline calling,
carry that weight,
hear the foreman's
happy call:
"Build this city
skyline tall!"
Narrow streets are
sometimes tough,
Engine growling,
deep and rough,
blow my horn, keep
roadways clear,
"Hello World - the
tip truck's here!"
Watch my driver
work the gears,
partners true for
many years,
dusty jobs we both
have seen,
Saturday he'll wash
me clean!
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