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IRS, Where's My Refund? 🐌  Here lies the hope, now turned to dust,  Of refunds promised, built on trust.  The IRS, a maze of dread,  Where dreams of spending lie cold instead.    Where's My Refund? the weary plea,  Echoed in vain, eternally.  A phantom portal, screen aglow,  Offering answers, moving slow.    Filed with fervor, early on,  Hoping riches would be drawn.  Bills to conquer, debts to mend,  A financial helping hand to lend.    But weeks turned to months, a silent sting,  As progress bars refused to swing.  Still processing,   the coded phrase,  A cruel reminder of bygone days.    The phone rings unanswered, voices cold,  A story often, sadly told.  Further review, the cryptic line,  Leaving taxpayers to just repine.    No vacation, no shopping spree,  Just endless waiting, patiently. The refund lingers, out of reach,  ...