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November Blues

SONNET FOR A FRIENDLY TAX MAN Once more the seasons turn to time for change The sun adjusts to lower its trajectory The fates have cause once more to disarrange Emotions and confer an elan-ectomy As many have observed two things are certain Although we may resist a near demise One sure contingency will raise a curtain On that other threat to slowly jeopardise With smile like crocodile and salutation He writes ‘It’s been so long! Please get in touch’ Our ‘friend’ would really welcome our collation Of generous donations to his clutch Will Hell be desolate with fire that burns Or eternity of endless tax returns

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