Stop Before You Chop Poem by Ken e Hall
Stop Before You Chop
Money grows on trees?
No, oxygen does and pays
Dividends with life
Thursday, November 17, 2011
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4/26/2024 7:06:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Choppers are blind Cutters are deaf They do not pay tax for the oxygen They breathe free with money motives to grind............therefore you can shout... Your dog will shout also for the master shouts....but they will not listen until they chop and cut themselves short of life one day like Hitler did...