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Her Majesty's pirates

by john-edward-smallshaw

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.
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Sep 30, 2014
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