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Nov 2020
I call myself Trash

To be thrown away
But not yet broken
Found full of dismay
Delivered by both kin

Among the cans and debris
My life's left to me
A piece of trash, I will be
Only in your eyes, you'll see

One's trash is another's treasure
This holds true as I measure
When I count all times I leisure
And all the times filled with pleasure

So always remember
When you're feeling in the dumps
That you may be a member
Of the TrashCan Slumps

But that doesn't mean
You lack value or worth
In fact it shows your character's scene:
A Treasure to this Earth
I call myself trash because I know I'm someone's Treasure.
German Rodriguez
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German Rodriguez  30/M/Small Village on Earth
(30/M/Small Village on Earth)   
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