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3d
We are but perpetual donkey's chasing a carrot
on an invisible rod
suspended from our collar.
Oh how I love that mighty dollar.

In my pocket, in my bank
I love the way money stinks!
Credit unions deep in debt
I haven’t lost my bitcoin yet..

Invisible credit shall suffice
like you the bank robs me
most every night..
So....
Buy some silver, buy some gold,
buy some land before you fold..

The love of money
can be a hell of a load..
Traveler 🧳 Tim

My real nest egg is my good health!
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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