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Bill

Nothing Common In This World Is Given Freely, Without Some Kind Of Out-Standing "Bill" No Matter What The Case Everything, And Everyone Demands A Price N' Cost Before The Ransome Note Is Given. Standing There As They Change Thier Plea, Ragging On About The Consequences Time Has Stopped And Paid It's Dues.... Wait Behind These Bared Doors And I Can Question To Revel The Real Reason's Why They Keep Us Captive. Taxes It"s Called The Bill Of Rights "Act" Which Was Signed Further Adue... Even With "Bill Clinton At Hand As President I Say: What The Hell We're All Imprisioned Anyhow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/25/2012 11:35:00 PM
keep swinging the sWord. Open, mind/body/soul
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