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About This Poem
The Sun pays Taxes
People look at the golden rays of the sun
And doubts his richness unlimited
Though he doesn’t work nor does any business
How he owns such a real estate.
Impossible to get proofs
That he has the black money.
But he does write a cheque
Of the pleasant evenings
By plunging into the ocean
And pays his revenue taxes
He even gets rebates from
Stars, Moon, Earth moving around.
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