I've been meaning to take today's photo for some time now, so I was finally able to snap the shot. This rusty Ford tractor has been sitting silently and hopelessly for years, discarded like a useless Three of Clubs in a hand full of Hearts. Missing a headlight, it looks lazily at the ivy covered wall with one eye. The wooden six foot fence closed the door on the Ford from ever escaping the back lot to mow lawn again. It sits, resigned to only memories of past employment, now disregarded with flat rubber tires, cracked and weathered, and mocked by the weeds.
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