i open the bill
note the cost plus interest
i recycle it
Over punctuating, under delivering.
How does it work?
Always good to recycle hehehe. Loved your Haiku!
I never thought a bill could be poetic, but you proved me wrong. Your words capture a small, universal experience that many of us silently endure every month.
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Always good to recycle hehehe. Loved your Haiku!
I never thought a bill could be poetic, but you proved me wrong. Your words capture a small, universal experience that many of us silently endure every month.