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Bubbles

When I was young had so much fun, blowing bazooka gum and soap bubbles, was fascinated by each bubbles shape and watched how they floated, now that I'm older hear a lot about the economic bubble, and how this bubble is growing bigger each day and how were in big trouble, with America being in trillions of dollars in debt and most families living paycheck to paycheck, there is no reason or rhyme but we certainly live in uncertain times, makes you wonder when the bubble will finally expand to the max and the economy will run out of gas, and when that happens watch out for a major upheaval, and hence you know that old saying when they say "pop goes the weasel!"

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