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:: Amelia's Counts

Telephones, keyboard clicks, and endless computations.


Hearing the sound of those familiar tricks,
Like a mad fingers tapping for answers—
Analyzation hits, transaction kicks,
Pens down writing values, worthy numbers.

In a yellow sheet of columns and rows,
Where money is everything and crucial,
This is nothing near poetry or prose—
It is art, but of business, too vital.

Telephones, keyboard clicks, computations—
Inside this challenging yet worthwhile field,
Many nights of cries filled the foundations,
Yet only one thing to pass make it healed.

Years of sacrifice and circumstances,
May the even odds be in my chances.

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