'Twas night before deadline Unemployment runs out, All the people were worrying Especially my spouse. The bills were all hung in the kitchen with care In hopes that money soon would be there. The children asleep all snug in their beds With no thoughts of problems dancing in their heads, With me hiding my grief and she feeling trapped We both settled in for a long, bitter, spat. Still up at dawn, amid all the chatter, Hope springs ahead, to the heart of the matter.
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