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Ode to a Garbage Man; My Hero


Sitting pretty at the helm of his forest green chariot It's not easy being this way But there's bills to pay And Cassandra broke her arm And you know what? Money doesn't grow on trees. So up goes the giant crane Dumping more than just tuesday's takeout (There's also diapers and sauerkraut) But this is his dominion Three days out of the week He is the waste management king.
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