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a lesson learned from the new york times

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.

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m-lundy

American

Published: Nov 9, 2010
LinesWords: 837

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