Trash and Junk Removal And Demolition Services in Northern Colorado
March 21st, 2023 "Amidst the garbage and debris, a peculiar sight caught my eye: God Himself, hunched over a bowl of trash, spoon in hand."#environment #foryou #trending #junkremoval #coloradolifey
March 15th, 2023
Before and After Fun
Mondays, a start of a new week A time to roll up our sleeves and get to work, to speak The sun rises early and the birds sing with glee As we gear up for a day filled with energy
We tackle the junk, the waste and the trash With positive vibes, our efforts never go amiss For we are the warriors, the heroes of the day Cleaning up the city, making it look great
At Positive Property Services in Colorado we strive To keep our communities clean, safe and alive With every sweep, every pick and every haul We make the world a better place for all
So on this Monday, let us take a bow For the hard work we do, and the impact we show For a clean environment is a gift we give To ourselves and to the future, let's live!
#junk #waste #positivepropertyservices #colorado
January 21st, 2023
Facts about the Waste Industry
January 15th, 2023
Junk removal, what a chore,
A task that makes me want to snore,
But I'll put on a brave face,
And clean this cluttered place.
I'll start with the piles of old shoes,
And the broken tools that I refuse,
The moldy couch and the rusted bed,
All things I'm happy to shed.
But as I sift through this mess,
I can't help but feel a bit depressed,
For every item I discard,
Is a memory that's hard.
The doll that my daughter used to play,
The book my son learned to read today,
The picture of my late wife,
All gone in this junk-filled life.
But as I finish this task,
I'll take a deep breath and ask,
Is this junk removal worth it all?
Or should I just let it fall?
For in the end, what does it matter,
This junk will just become someone else's chatter,
So I'll laugh at the absurdity,
And move on with my life, undeterred.
January 14th, 2023
Poem about junk that doesn't fit in your trunk
Junk that doesn't fit in your trunk,
Lies piled high, a mess of funk.
Old shoes, clothes, and broken bits,
A jumbled heap of forgotten wits.
Once cherished items, now cast aside,
Their memories fading, their value denied.
But still they linger, a cluttered sight,
A constant reminder of what's not right.
You try to push, you try to shove,
But still they mock you, a cluttered grove.
You wish you could just make them go,
But they stay put, a junk-filled flow.
So you resign yourself to their plight,
And drive away, with junk out of sight.
But deep down, you know they'll stay,
A stubborn pile of junk that won't stray.
Making Positive Change Each Day