10 credit card haikus, #3
front of the counter
slice of plastic being swiped -
a rite of passage
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windswept leaves
inserting a card
into an ATM
those same windswept leaves
making a call to the bank -
machine ate the card
:)
Moment after moment, the rite of passage from boyhood to manhood!?:)
or from girlhood to womanhood? or from promising financial beginnings to something not quite so sunny?
thanks for the comment, borut. :)
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