Sad poem to the neighborhood: “Looking into the yard makes me cry every day”. “Let the bins be green, yellow, blue or black // Just put everything in each one // and there's no room for your bulky waste / / just use the sidewalk as a replacement” “Tat and strong is not a pure rhyme,” criticizes one user.
Another user assumes that the author did not write the work at all. "ChatGPT?” he asks.