The bills I’d been stacking
Keep backing away
I’m chasing, I’m tracking
Those fliers at play
They flew out the back and
They fell through the frond
I swear I heard quacking
From ducks in the pond
Taxing Bills
These pesky bills keep getting away from me. I’ll catch them yet, and hold them still
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