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"Humour".... Angel thinks tht u all need laugh... now!! Taxman's Song*** Tax his land, tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays. Tax his tractor, tax his mule, Teach him taxes is the rule. Tax his cow, tax his goat, Tax his pants, tax his coat. Tax his ties, tax his shirts, Tax his work, tax his dirt. Tax his car, tax his gravel, Tax the roads he must travel. Tax his food, tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his shoes, tax his wear, If he cries, tax his tears. Tax his bills, tax his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash. Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has no dough. If he hollers, tax him more, Tax him until he's dead and sore. Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays. Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!" And when he's gone, we won't relax, We'll then collect the inheritance tax.    Always..... remain.. Happy....!Regards: Angel |
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