Bond's Creator and His Unread IRS Letters
Old Fleming, with Bond in his head,
Wrote of spies, and of dangers widespread.
With martinis so dry,
He'd wink with one eye,
"My tax forms? They're better unread."
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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