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G A R B A G E . . .
...begins as something useful: a toy, food, a person/employee, car, home, jewelry. Once its usefulness/purpose is served, wear and tear begin to show -- degeneration, ill-health, corrosion, lacking style, beauty, popularity. Then disregarded, kicked to the curb -- with a toss into the dumpster, we call it waste. Except for the grace of God, everything ends in the same place. ------------------ This piece was written when I was at a rather low point and feeling like a piece of discarded garbage.
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