On Dollar Day, the
Bright ones shine the most.
The saver and the
Spender each get to
Rejoice. Trading in
A free market is
What is best. For the
People get to see
What it means to trade
Value for value.
Private property
Receives the utmost
Respect. And now the
Individual
Can live his or her
Life in liberty.
When a business can
Make money in an
Unfettered way, the
Man or woman can
Benefit from such
An agreement. This
Is the beauty of
Dollar Day. To bring
About a true thought
Based on the money
Generated from
Minds of all who wish
To live. This is great.
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