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Panic not in truth hidden in the left or the right wing.

Leave the footnote where it belongs until the day be won.

Footnotes don’t tell the tale of the privacy.

Life has changed for good or bad from the time of the 911?

Steady she goes we see the money changer fall to steady

out with uncertainty.

The big white house is a shadow in the past but still.

The street we call the wall has shades of greed.

We see it who do you fool money changer?

Questionable accounting practice the rule before and

after.

The times are precarious with white, grey and dark.

Paranoia sets in but not for long with the panic in

our wake.  We people wake to the sense of the

common folk.

Eventually “We the People” will wake and find the

line to the steady.

The paranoia and panic at bay we see the common

rule of the supply, demand realizing we never

buy the fools gold which teaches a fairy land.

Promise comes in many forms and we must

trust the true path.