By Jim
Here I stand in the refrigerator all alone. There are a lot of big guys around me. They seem to be made of glass and they have funny hats, all crinkled. I’m made of aluminum and Mom and Dad were made out of tin. Just before I came in here I heard, “Glass gets colder.” I don’t think so. But I know one thing – when I’m empty I go in the recycle bin and those other guys go in the garbage. Yuk!
May 2014
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