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Mostly Cloudy ~ High: 69°F ~ Low: 53°F Monday, May 20, 2013 |
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Debt Cap TravailPosted Sunday, July 31, 2011, at 9:42 PM
Coming Soon, the new Budget Sensitive weaponry, that might kill mosquito's and suicide frogs. Old folks gone, Ennui in full bloom, Hmmm, might work, but not Freedom. Who cares, right? Unhappy Poem.
By, Arley Steinhour 073111 The word came landing in my lap Took my heart right to my shoes Congress will increase the cap For USA that's real bad news Two Trillion more the cap they say Allows some time to fix the wrong Forgetting they just spent that much Before the bell could gong They'd take away our S S A With Defense under-funded Doctor's put on reduced pay All benefits impounded Every penny spent in foreign aid keeps flowing out the door Every low hand trick is played To destroy us, ever more Refusing to increase the cap The thing that just might work Foiled by the Greedy hand Rat-trap Snapping shut on the Welfare Perk So stand aside, and try to hide Destruction's on its way Escalating debt-pain espied No man on earth could pay Two Trillion more placed right away Spending cut slowly, a decade rake Pork spending needing funding, paid Has a chance to deeply drive the stake The heart of 'We the People' can't survive the money drain Slavery without a Christian Steeple Will cause much blood to rain Come soon Lord Jesus. AMEN Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Hi Arley,
All my life I have been told that God works in mysterious ways. Maybe we should give him a chance.
How have you been handling the hot weather?
Take care of yourself.
Central Air machine on outside, my body on the inside, keeping a steady 80 degrees. I'm cool.
'Give Him a chance,' yes, but remember, Geezer, once we graduate Home, we will have nothing to complain about, and all complaining must be vented this side of going Home. Ha. All things, to His Glory (even the heat). We won't have a heat problem there. (^8