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Every household has literally scores,
Of routines for handling everyday chores;
But one I could personally do without,
Is having to take the garbage out;

On summer days, when it's hot and sticky,
I get mean and downright picky;
Especially when having to deal with ants,
Stinging my hands or running up my pants;

Then in wintertime there's old Jack Frost,
Cold feet on icy walks make me cross;
This job for me is nowhere near fun,
But it's one that definitely has to be done;

Emptying small cans into big plastic bags,
Not leaving scraps of paper or dirty rags;
I hate this job so if you want a little cash,
Come to my house and take out the trash.

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Garbage Day Blues