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The Garbage Can

There I sit in every home, in the corner of the room. I collect discarded items including bottles of old perfume. Bills and advertisements magazines and letters too, especially those that come with urgency typed in blue. You never seem to take the time to appreciate what I do, with all this information I could really blackmail you. So don't you think it would be nice if you took care of me? Just clean me up and wash me out this way I stay germ free. When you're done Just line me up, with a garbage bag To show you care for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 8/18/2021 2:21:00 PM
Fine humor! Thank you for your kind heart toward an object of great neglect.
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Date: 8/14/2021 1:47:00 PM
Ode to "The Garbage Can" We share similar sentiments with such; I immediately enjoyed your last stanza.
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Date: 8/12/2021 1:34:00 PM
This is hilarious Mary! Thank you for bringing me laughter from this poem. I’m glad I discovered you today.
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Date: 9/29/2014 8:37:00 AM
Great job of personification. I do detest a nasty trash can.
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Date: 2/16/2014 4:27:00 PM
lovely write.... but don't you recycle lol. I would get my knuckles rapped if all that went in one bag. Seriously I loved the poem. hope you will take time to check mine out Jan x
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