We worked for a month to pay the dentist;
two more to have our ageing car repaired;
three to pay a canny lawyer's fees;
four for phone calls, light and heat.
The two remaining months were spent on food,
so little was left, at the end of the year,
to pay for all the things we'd hoped to do.
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