Harold Hunt Sr Poet Free verse

Tax Time

Tax Time
It's that time of year.
We all dread but wait for.
Tax time has come once more.
The mind goes in to number mode.
Deductions and credit 
What do they mean.
I feel a headache coming on.
Social security numbers are in the right spot.
Now to the bank for a refund I hope.
Oh no , No refund this year
There goes my house 
For Obamacare gets it all!

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Jan Allison January 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM Our tax returns have to be filed by the end of October - wish they would deal with the refunds as quickly as they deduct the payments lol:-) Hugs jan xxx Harold Hunt Sr January 13, 2015 at 4:16 PM Thats true. Always when you want your money they take their time. but when they want their's they are banging on your door. with the cops. lol