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Invoices
Today reaches an invoice
I can not pay.
The Bank threatens,
The school kidnaps my children.
They notice that tomorrow it could be worst.
Gather the pieces of my savings
like a puzzle I do not keep nor a piece.
Today is going to get the bill
nor scraping my pockets going to be able to pay
I will be before their eyes a suspicious bulk,
a being without liquidity,
a being shamed,
again without daring to cross the glance.
I will resort family,
sell on eBay
go to a cash converter
win a lottery to which not even game.
I know will pay at the end,
one way or another I will pay.
I will have thirty days of peace.
Take a bit of money I should save
I will go to dinner once and maybe take one beer.
Tomorrow arrives an invoice
that I will not be able to pay ...
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