And the stars dimmed briefly in our grief, but fear not sharpened warrior, for we knew of his coming. We had been warned. And of our great bounty we did break off a percentage to be held, quiet and alone, for just such an occasion. Though the Tax-Man did heweth deep, he did not strike bone — this year. We live on. We fight on. The Tax-Man does walk on to thy neighbours pastures. Feeding, ever hungry, year after year. Or so the story goes.
Happy Wednesday. See you all in line at the bank!
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