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May 26
No rest for the wicked
for them, there is no relaxation as they gather the tax in and make people poorer in a once wealthy nation

and the poor
who then sit around with nowhere to go because their money has gone,

to be
classed then as lazy, which is mind-blowingly crazy

who do we see to complain to?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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