Your taxes done
You went to sleep
Just like the sun.
You thought no more
But brushed your teeth
For gone was now
April Fifteenth
Unknown to you
The slaves worked on
And numbers crunched
From dusk to dawn
Extensions filed
Payrolls repeat
Last minute calls
Sun, snow, rain, sleet
October's here
Accountants weep
For now at last
Their fingers sleep
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