Tag: mail
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Revised Poem; Paying Bills Again
Paying Bills Again Mail comes, putting me in funk. Mostly pile of useless junk. Buried, drowning, in it’s mass. Want to toss all in the trash. At desk, sitting, feeling trapped. Energy wanes, gumption sapped. But to plod at desk, I must, By paying bills, I build trust June Nash …
June Nash 