sit
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len
I dream of love
like bankers dream of fees
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A song for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Offered money and no any fees,
Plus a profitable, tempting term!
They are scammers, be a stern,
Banks never did the things like this.
My Shutterfly order was 48 bucks
But shipping was just under 30.
To charge such a fee for a space on the trucks
Is ridiculous and downright dirty.
I waited on hold for a live support chat
And was told there was naught they’d be doing
Except for a 5 dollar gift card, if that
Would suffice, an idea worth pooh-poohing.
Since they usually offer some deals I will wait
For I’m not in that much of a hurry
But if lots of their customers choose the same fate
Maybe corporate should start to worry.
Strive to drive out sleaze and sorrow from our race
Prospect and elect to inject laughter and love beneath and beyond the surface
Where we fly and cry to promote and devote principles in the ace
Life hands us
Enjoining us to kick out fuss
From our thought, plan, action and bus
Not only from our brain, heart but also from our cuticle
Promoting principle beyond a mere trickle
Although the spice of vice our fancy may tickle
But the culture and nature of our future
Matters more than the rapture
The pulse of impulse and its reverse aim to capture
In the intended handsome dividends
Lying yonder bends, blends and amends where friends
Strengthen our wobbling knees as we embrace trends
That focus energy and synergy on the ultimate prize
We reap in the wake of deleting and quitting sleaze
To rise in the grace and glory God grants without meting out any fatal fees.
A teacher told class;
“I know a few years
I will die and go
give me my money,
the condolence fees
those mourners, I fear
will cheat me!”