Waste not, Want not.
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The big green truck comes rolling by
and empties all the bins
boxes piled upon the street
the waste is such a sin
It seems it’s unavoidable
this Christmas past parade
all the trash that has to go
the mess that we have made
With clangs and dins of volume
it rumbles down the block
collecting all the refuse
for which we went in hock
Tomorrow comes the tree truck
to pick up the remains
of Christmas Day 2010
so we can start again
Oh, avarice, you know no bounds
I see the list he’s made
the little guy that lives here
is preparing for Christmas Day.
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