July 11, 2013 at 12:34 pm (creative writing, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, random, Writing)
Tags: creative, culture, LIVE, love, poem, poetry, random, recycling bins, Writing
“glass”
“plastic”
“paper board”
“cardboard”
“newspaper”
“office paper”
“tin cans only”
“batteries”
oh come on now
enough with the shell game joke
where’s the bin for broken hearts
who moved it again
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slpmartin said,
July 15, 2013 at 4:43 am
Very witty write.
47whitebuffalo said,
July 16, 2013 at 4:53 pm
right or left, charles? Hmm? hehehehee
lesliepaints said,
July 11, 2013 at 4:09 pm
Very cool….. Heal those broken hearts and recycle what we learn by doing so.
47whitebuffalo said,
July 16, 2013 at 4:53 pm
You think so, Leslie? You are a very hopeful Lady. 🙂
clarioretenebris said,
July 11, 2013 at 3:00 pm
The old bin kept filling up too fast so they were replacing it with a larger bin, but the measured the space for it wrong and it wouldn’t fit, so we’re without a Broken Heart Bin until at least the end of the month. In the meantime we’ve been advised against flushing our broken hearts down the toilets or dumping them in any drainage ditches that run off to open waters.
47whitebuffalo said,
July 16, 2013 at 4:52 pm
🙂 OOOO you have a wicked sharp wit, you do indeed clarioretenebris.
Theresa said,
July 11, 2013 at 2:57 pm
And that bin should be the most important, and is probably the biggest…
47whitebuffalo said,
July 16, 2013 at 4:52 pm
Yeah, tragic too, Theresa. Why are there sooo many broken hearts?