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Apr 2017
It's that time of year.
We all dread but wait for.
Tax time has come once more.
The mind goes in to number mode.
Deductions and credit
What do they mean.
I feel a headache coming on.
Social security numbers are in the right spot.
Now to the bank for a refund I hope.
Oh no, No refund this year
There goes my house
For Obamacare gets it all
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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