DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty metal. trash can The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of parties, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of trash? Maybe it's a warning to sort out o