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A TAXING PROBLEM I don't mind paying taxes My husband said one day For the old, the sick and the needy I'll very gladly pay. But where I have a problem Is paying for those who shirk The young and fit and greedy Who really don't want work. They wander round our streets Creating lots of strife Why don't they get a job? Why don't they get a life? If jobs are hard to find Then go back to school and study Because you can't make a career Out of being a flipping hoody!

by Barbara Butterworth, L14
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Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Sep 19, 2009
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