THE ECOMOMY

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COUNTRY POEMS



                  My bank account is flat.

                       That's that.

               No food on the plates.  That's not great.

               No money to spend.  Will this ever end?

                No money in my bank.  No gas in the tank.

               My car will no go far.  No.

           I can't pay my bills.  No, I am not thrilled.

                   Collectors are calling me on the phone.  

         They won't leave me alone.

        I can't pay my rent.  All the money is spent.

                      I have cents 4.  A fact I can't ignore.

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