They're closing down our library,
Which hit us rather hard.
And now the poor old bin man
Can't come across the yard.
The bins have to be located
Far outside the gate.
Which means getting up at 6a.m.
When we'd rather sleep until 8.
We now must file our rubbish
Into multicoloured bins
Glass must be separate from papers
And never put with tins.
They're cutting all the services
-They've even cut the bus.
What are they doing with our money
-Cos they're not spending it on US!
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