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Apr 28
There is no fear in the undead bear's heart
For he lost it all at the very start
What did she lose
Oh it was her heart
She felt the pain of the little people
And it stung him to a *******
He looked for clues
What, when, why, who?
Down the rabbit hole, who knew?
Cycles, cycles, cycles
Survival, arrival, revival
All will unfold in time
Like the rhythm of this rhyme."
A poetic commentary on what might unfold in the economic markets over the next few years.
Darkeseed
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