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Jan 2017
I ate a bun
It tasted great,
A sip of tea,
I can’t be late.

Work is waiting,
Things must be done,
Reports, decisions,
I’m on the run.

No time for love,
No tears, no pain,
Just work to work,
And not complain.
Sunday playing with words. Robots will do the work in the future and what we must figure out is how to live without money. I don't mean how to live poor but how to get rid of money as our god. The future will not and cannot be about currency. Interesting times ahead. Donald Trump must be stopped before he starts a nuclear war.
Hank Helman
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