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user: ianai
created: 2016-01-17
karma: 10241
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Statue of LibertyMoney can buy you things that a war or climate change intensified weather can destroy in seconds as seen in modern Ukraine. The pleasures and joys of money are a peacetime merriment.
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