Teksty:
Bombs Over Providence Liberty S Ugly Best Friend

A systematic disease, motivated by greed, left alone when we all know there's room. Break down City Hall, there's rooms for us all, there's no problem

to the matron saint of the kids who wait and sitting on armed hands. Hey, what's that you say? No one's listening anyway? So let's just buy another round

parents to understand. Not till everything is gone. Not till their last cherished safety net remains to be cut, slashed, gone, gone, gone. And cutting Health Care's just the start, cutting Welfare's