Trash Can Blues

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em rattle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of leftovers, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of
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