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Nov 2010
A ghostly harvest is upon us.
Taxes and national debt
draw seeping green from my pores
and Wall Street thoughts from my ears.
Everyone everywhere
is sick.
No one can get a word in and
Money talks.
Copyright 2010 M.E. Lundy
M Lundy
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M Lundy
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