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May 2017
-on a contemporary religion: https://youtu.be/FDZmTXkwcNA

Kneel in the sun, count your money
Clutch 'm for the summer breeze
Hotter than hell is counting your money
While greenback devils grin from the trees

Let a hailstorm touch the roof's gutter
Like piano keys hit by a fool
Now you hear what you want to hear
Casino's cash machines finally deliver

Let the days disappear forever
Let the night get as dark as can be
There is a shiny silver dollar there
Beaming mercilessly at you and me
Uncle Don's team are reported to be the wealthiest US administration ever. Not really a consolation for their poor white voters who know, deep down inside, they were born for a dime only. But still hope to go up in the pyramid game once. Hey, and don't get sick, they just took healthcare away from you (4th of May, that great day).
Feggyr Citack
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