Allowances are made,
For the allowance
Have the economy sized up,
Worked the work,
Paid in kind,
Although upon checking the moment was forced
Still, it's money in the pocket,
No accounting the dollar amount or discount,
Feels good that the labor pains paid off,
The price wasn't so steep, the gains enough to move forward
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