We ask from the heart that supermarkets, which are now more profitable and selling more, help us to take care of the pocketbook of the people by not raising prices.
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People were desperately trying to fill their seats for the summer. And so prices are really low right now. And so they are kept from raising prices to make up for that difference.
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This is a government takeover of our healthcare system. It is the government basically running the entire healthcare system, turning large insurers into de facto public utilities, depriving people of choice, depriving people of options, raising people's prices, raising taxes when we need new jobs.
Respect The Earth!
why do we always mistreat
the people who do our farm work?
why would we starve the people
who pick our crops?
why would we deport the only people
who are willing to do the work?
and you wonder why your kids
think that all food comes
from an aisle in the grocery store!
gas prices keep rising,
food prices keep rising...
what happens when the trucking
industry goes down?
what are you going to eat then?
we need to as much as possible
go back to raising our food.
at the very least support
your local farmers...
no GM seeds!
do it the old way, the right way.
pay your farm workers,
pay them well!
get out and do the work yourself!
stop the dependency on a failing system!
let the people who want to work, work!
respect the earth, and it will respect us!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Drug prohibition has caused gang warfare and other violent crimes by raising the prices of drugs so much that vicious criminals enter the market to make astronomical profits, and addicts rob and steal to get money to pay the inflated prices for their drugs.
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All they need to do is to set up some website somewhere selling some bogus product at twenty percent of the normal market prices and people are going to be tricked into providing their credit card numbers.
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Raising Steam
Over high plains, through the snow...
Roll those tracks out, dont you know
Im raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
Spill a little where the new towns grow.
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
Heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomotive sitting on your track
And I dont care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Left a lady with a heart
All in pieces come apart
Raising steam.
That engine up front must
Have a heart big enough for the both of us.
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
Rocking on my heels out to the west.
Funny how the whole world, historically,
Feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
We may not be coming back.
Let me be your engineer...
Have you smiling ear to ear
Raising steam.
And will you tell me how it feels
When youre up and rolling on your driving wheels?
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
Heading out into that wide world wide.
Ill be your locomotive blowing off its stack
And I dont care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Raising steam.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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I'm Not Trying To Find Any Clouds
I have yet to be that kind of person,
To awaken then look out of a window...
To determine how I am going to feel.
And 'if' the weatherman might say,
Rain is coming my way...
That has nothing to do with the Sun,
In my heart.
And these days...
I'm not trying to find any clouds,
To disturb my weather.
That's on me to decide,
What's going on inside!
It's such a beautiful day,
Isn't it?
'Some people got it like that!
I've got arthritis.
My back hurts.
I've got bills to pay.
Prices are going through the roof.
My kids are getting on my last nerve.
Two of my children are in jail,
For selling crack.
And I didn't raise them like that!
I don't have time for fantasies.
It's the economy.
I'm telling you...
It's the economy.
Get real.'
Enjoy your day!
'Whatever! '
You hear that, Father Sun?
After all for us you've done...
Many are blaming their woes,
On the 'economy'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Revival-meeting
The stadium is packed full
with young and old people
and not to watch rugby,
but to hear
what a man from America says.
“God is now talking to Africa
and has a message for you, ”
sounds deafening
over speakers,
so as if God up to now
was unaware
of Africa and the people in it
and now first knows about me.
We are reminded
that the Son of God
made a sacrifice
on a wooden cross
and the wind blows a magazine
selling cars
into me
and there are all types,
big and small
with prices that differ
and I am startled
when the man next to me
push a collection plate
into my hand
and I have to pay a price
to the man
that sells Jesus for a living.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Can The Majority Afford It?
Raise the gas prices
up to the sky,
Bury the electric
Car that you let die,
Die in Michigan
while selling it’s life,
to a big oil co. deep
in the night.
Now why have
the people pay?
For sending an eco-
friendly to the grave?
Now watch “Who
Killed the Electric Car”
It will tell you every-
thing thus far.
Maybe there is hope,
but it will cost so much
Doe.
Why it’s expensive
beyond belief,
It’s the new
Nissan Leaf.
33 thousand is not
my cup of tea,
will the majority
afford it or let it
Sink in the Sea?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A pros is loyal
Man as his nest holds woman’s heart.
He can’t bear her selling her heart.
He can let her selling her flesh.
A prostitute’s spouse feels secure.
03.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Do You Care
(robert palmer)
Youre such a rebel now can you remember when
They used to think you knew what added up to ten
Youre sick and tired of taking punches to your side
Now youre gonna add it up to any number that you like
(tell me) what do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
You thought thered always be another shot to take
You crave attention now with every move you make
You like to advertise your interest in success
But you dont know on the score of who youre trying to impress
(tell me) what do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
Baby yeah yeah
Everybodys gonna have their say
You cant please everyone
Why delay what you say
Lets decide to name the day
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
No matter what you need Ill never be your fool
Do me a favour and Ill do the same for you
Go ahead do what you have to do
Dont worry if you should do it
Tell me you love me now
Oh girl I wish you would do it
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
Baby, yeah yeah
What do you care
bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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You And Me(song)
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
the thought of being with you makes me happy
your voice makes me tingle all inside
your name gives me this feeling i cant explain
i love you and those are the only words that explain how i feel about you
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
you and me thats how were ment to be
you and me thats all we'll ever be
both of us together as one forever
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
you give me feelings i cant explain
you make me feel like i never felt befor
i cant seem to get you out of my head
i dont care what people think about me
i dont care what people say about me
i dont care about anything around me
all i care about is you
i dont care, i dont care
all i care about is you
poem by wendi Collier
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Who will care for the people?
Who will care for the people; lost, confused and can’t find their home
Who will care for the people; raped, striped and left without anything of their own
Who will care for the people; who once had land, cattle and a harvest to reap?
Who will care for the people; who now possess despair and fear that denies them sleep?
Who will care for the people; that served only kindness but were fed a platter of pain?
Who will care for the people; who have been inflicted with cruelty again and again?
Who will care for the people; who for generations were treated unfairly?
Who will care for the people; that are the reflection of me?
They maybe many but I will mention the one that is familiar
This can be none other than the honourable Mr. Hamilton Ratshefola
poem by Astell Collins
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Your son
Your son in the corner selling drugs.
Do you care?
Your son kills innocent people,
you think thats fair?
Its like you dont give a ****, like you dont care.
Your son is in jail, because
of a gang that he's in.
Your son is on the corner, he stopped breathing.
Your son is in the hospital with a bullet in his heart.
You and your son will be apart.
Your son got shot because of
him trying to dropp out of a gang.
All your son heard was 'bam! '
Your son is 6ft under the ground.
Your son is dead!
Face the truth.
He left this world so fast like magic. 'poof'
poem by Jennifer Marcelino
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Can The Majority Afford It?
Raise the gas prices
up to the sky,
Bury the electric
Car that you let die,
Die in Michigan
while selling it’s life,
to a big oil co. deep
in the night.
Now why have
the people pay?
For sending an eco-
friendly to the grave?
Now watch “Who
Killed the Electric Car”
It will tell you every-
thing thus far.
Maybe there is hope,
but it will cost so much
Doe.
Why it’s expensive
beyond belief,
It’s the new
Nissan Leaf.
33 thousand is not
my cup of tea,
will the majority
afford it or let it
Sink in the Sea?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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As we have always seen here in the U.S. the universal truth about elections is that people vote their pocketbook.
quote by Jennifer Dunn
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The advantage to Great Britain of a regular free trade in corn would, therefore, be more by raising the rest of the world to our standard and price, than by lowering the prices here to the standard of the Continent.
quote by Joseph Hume
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Business 2.0 was hugely profitable last year, and will be profitable this year.
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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