From living lives those greedy denied.
Now they are relying upon those trapped and helpless,
To pay for huge deficits.
And warning their quality of life,
Will become jeopardized…
If they do not go along with it.
Now deceit…
Once done behind closed doors,
Has come to stare them face to face…
To strip them of all their assets to erase in disgrace.
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A collected intellect!
To celebrate any signsOf processed thought!Even this is an upgrade…To describe those,Who propose to have talent.Yet expose creative mindlessnessAs if this has merit and deserve praise.Shallow are their days.
To you it was funny
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So it is, as I am.
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Sweet is the smell of trees.
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Here they are!
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