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I don't profess to believe we've got a choice anymore for the people, by the people tell that, too the poor If I had to wager monies (that I don't have) I do quite think, its true the upper one percent less tax, than me, or you Governmental fails in the billions, and the trillions hand stuck out with greed feeding off the millions The perpetual machine
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
I think they're called tapeworms (leech, is far too kind)
I don't profess to believe we've got a choice anymore for the people, by the people tell that, too the poor If I had to wager monies (that I don't have) I do quite think, its true the upper one percent less tax, than me, or you Governmental fails in the billions, and the trillions hand stuck out with greed feeding off the millions The perpetual machine
Thank you for my tax cut Washington, somehow it cost me more than it did in previous years. The rich get richer, the rest of us fade away as husk, discarded and useless after having been bled dry. :|
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
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