GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em rattle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of parties, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a reminder to clean up our act - or may