Isn't it getting just a little out of hand,
to see the gas prices soar? They
purposely wait for the right time to
hit, with summer at our door.
Imagine the hardship this will bring
for those, who work hard to make
ends meet. We'd have to give up
an awful lot, just to stay on our
feet. There's so many things we
must face, as we go from day to
day. Why must we have this extra
burden? Is there no one, to make
it go away? There has to be a
solution, to try getting out of this
horrible mess. If only to make
myself feel a whole lot better, I'm
sending this out to every politician,
this great big, SOS!
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