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So now you're stuck with bills to pay,
Too many gifts on lay-away.

You're dreading life from day to day
As tax time threatens cold and grey.

Thus ends my poem, droll and wry,
I told the truth, I didn't lie

Christmas celebration's nigh,
Perhaps we'd best remember why.

V. I. Sanders

The confusion arises wholly 15
out of the unrelenting
task to ask something
of yourself by which
you do not want to
answer.

Eric Reichert

Contrast Spring 1988