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A middle-aged woman in Ohio wrote a poem that said, “The month of April, when we pay for the burning of the children.” Talking about the income tax, of course. That’s where we pay for the burning of the children. So I built a whole song around that, called “The Calendar.” ♯peteseeger • ♯internalrevenueservice ♯incometax ♯tax ♯taxes ♯war ♯peace ♯deathandtaxes ♯aprilisthecruellestmonth ♯deadflagblues ♯johnnycash ♯april ♯may