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Sep 2014
The tax man is coming to town
he wants to put all of us down,
he'll tell you what taxes are due and
then shake the cash out of you.

I'm hiding my money away,in
the Cayman's or Montego Bay,
let him go looking
like I did today, for somewhere
to squirrel my money away.

Don't think that he is your friend,
his means is a way to your end,
if you've got money
I suggest that you spend
the lot.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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