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Its last day Wood chips flew black smoke rolled out It sounded like a train roaring at you It seemed as if the train was knocking on your front door. As the Morbark 1200 tub grinder Demolished the wood as if it were a twig But they were stumps The huge hammer mill chews through the massive chunks of wood Eating a whole stump in seconds The monster machine will take solid wood and make it mulch About 100 yards a hour The big caterpillar 3412 demolishes wood all day chugging at 2100 rpm It worked its last day this week As it was grinding away it went up in flames And the fire trucks didn’t Come in time
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