Really, it's only paper anyway!

I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying,
I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked!

But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the
rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in foreign lands, with no one who cares,
no one who dares, to lead the way, ultimately it's you and it's me who pay!
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Posted: May 6

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