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Quatrain Taxes Run Amuck
Quatrain of Taxes Run Amuck


Taxes Run Amuck - high taxes


Tax thy soul past the trinity
of God and watch a cheater
emerge,


Stuff your hands into his
pants and see evil and sin
converge.


As the weary become less
free from the hand of the
robber,


Liberty lost and money gained:
happiness thy tax doth
clobber.

Yorktown Disciple
1981
Order # 2374
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