I’m a garbage collector.

I’m a garbage collector.
I work while the city sleeps… so your mornings can feel clean.


Most people look away like I’m invisible.
But I’m someone’s father. Someone’s son. Someone’s friend.


If you can, don’t scroll past—leave me one kind word:
“Have a good day.”

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