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Playing By Matthew Two yellow Tonka trucks Picking up brown dirt and Putting it in my Tonka truck Jonathon stole my dirt With his hands The dirt feels like cold mud In my hands. I hear bumps in the dirt From the wheels of my Tonka trucks. I heard my dad says—put Your Tonka trucks and toys Away. It made me feel happy to play Tonka trucks with my brothers. |