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Dumping in Woods
on a Snowy Evening

by Bill Kowaleski

Whose woods these are, I think I know.
He’s nowhere to be seen, and so
He’ll never know who sank so low,
Dumping trash on his meadow.

My faithful wife would find it sad
To know that I am such a cad.
But creditors I greatly fear
This longest evening of the year.

To take this truckload to the dump
Would cost a lot, and I’m no chump
Who throws his cash into a hole
Or worries sick about his soul.

My debts are silent, dark and deep,
But I have businesses to keep,
And much to pay before I sleep.
And much to pay before I sleep.

Copyright © 2019 by Bill Kowaleski

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