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All the cans I find are crushed.
Garret Schuelke
SourceLicence:Public domain
All the cans I find are crushed.
In just three short lines, the speaker tells us something small and a little deflating: every can he finds has already been flattened. The poem doesn't say why he's looking, but the wording suggests someone out walking, perhaps collecting cans, and expecting at least one to be intact.
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