Dumpstering

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A poem

Big green bins full of rubbish;
Step on the pedal and look inside.
A whole treasure chest of enchantment,
Even an old, rotting hide.

At first glance there's nothing,
Just some big heavy bags.
But upon further inspection, my we're lucky lads!

A sack full of buns, pastries and cakes.
So much food you could almost fill a lake!

Next we uncover numerous bouquets of flowers;
Someone must have died.
But wouldn't such objects of such beauty be better off up high?

Instead, we throw them away, toss them aside,
Until some lucky vagabond hunters gives those lids a pry.

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