Garbage
Trucks,
Huge,
Dark
Blue,
Have
Work
To
Do,
And
Hurtle
On
Their
Way,
Taking
The
Remnants
Of
Yesterday.
Mechanisms
Grasp
The
Trash,
And
Mash
It
To
Glue,
Pasting
All
We
Go
Through
To
Form
False
Hills
Outside
Of
Town,
Tall
And
Brown,
Which
Do
Not
Show
That
Nothing
There
Will
Ever
Grow,
Hiding
Until
Some
Fateful
Day,
All
The
Crap
We’ve
Thrown
Away.
Trucks,
Huge,
Dark
Blue,
Have
Work
To
Do,
And
Hurtle
On
Their
Way,
Taking
The
Remnants
Of
Yesterday.
Mechanisms
Grasp
The
Trash,
And
Mash
It
To
Glue,
Pasting
All
We
Go
Through
To
Form
False
Hills
Outside
Of
Town,
Tall
And
Brown,
Which
Do
Not
Show
That
Nothing
There
Will
Ever
Grow,
Hiding
Until
Some
Fateful
Day,
All
The
Crap
We’ve
Thrown
Away.
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