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Every town has a dump                Some have credentials                Many rooted in old habits                All piled high with the                Detritus of destiny                The old making way for the new                But here in Our Town                We have a Transfer Station                A place where                Pass the trash and                In for a buck is not a game               Just a dollar a pound               Unload the unneeded               The unnecessary, the               Bad and the ugly               Only the good live again               Recycled, reborn, reused               The large scale weighs the               Refuse of our lives and we               Wait while our ticket is punched               Always with the Big Question               Really the only question               Will my end be like this               When I am no longer needed               No longer necessary               Will I be ******* or renewal               Rejected or recycled               For…no matter how               We lead our lives               We all end up at               The Transfer Station
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
The Transfer Station
Every town has a dump                Some have credentials                Many rooted in old habits                All piled high with the                Detritus of destiny                The old making way for the new                But here in Our Town                We have a Transfer Station                A place where                Pass the trash and                In for a buck is not a game               Just a dollar a pound               Unload the unneeded               The unnecessary, the               Bad and the ugly               Only the good live again               Recycled, reborn, reused               The large scale weighs the               Refuse of our lives and we               Wait while our ticket is punched               Always with the Big Question               Really the only question               Will my end be like this               When I am no longer needed               No longer necessary               Will I be ******* or renewal               Rejected or recycled               For…no matter how               We lead our lives               We all end up at               The Transfer Station
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mcclain-jeffrey-moredock
North Port, FL-Oct-May
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
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