My grandpa owned a laundry
And when shirts were washed and pressed,
They were folded ‘round some cardboard
To stay neat ‘til you got dressed.
Our family shirts were treated
Just the same, except we learned
My grandpa paid a nickel
For each cardboard we returned.
This way, he used them once again
And so it seems that I’m
A descendant of a person who
Recycled ‘fore his time.
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