April 15th (Just for Fun)

ByJody Lee Collins
Vashon Hardware, Vashon Island, WA
Rudyard Kipling
begins his classic
“If” poem, urging
me to keep my head
when all about me 
are losing theirs,
and I’m certain
my head–and its grey
matter contents–
will soon explode for the
sums and ciphers
impinging on the brain space
I. do. not. have.
This is a necessary evil
(may I speak thus of
the eye are es?)
and I’m grateful to have
income that must be duly reported,
but I have to say
of the two 
Very Sure Things in life–
death and taxes–
I much prefer death,
bring me closer to my Creator
than these infernal
forms which are 
oh
so
very
taxing.**
**silver lining–things did end in our favor 🙂

~~~~~~~~~~

Linking for fun with sweet Laura for Playdates, 
where she talks about a very special haircut.

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