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Traders
Trundling taut, twinged and tattered,
Smudged, sanguine, sad and spattered,
Still hope of millions mattered
More than bloody body battered;
In spite of spirits sorely scattered…
Leaving net worth notions shattered.
Instant wealth appeared on paper,
But like cruel water vapor
Disappeared leaving a hell
Of felled and falling screaming “sell”.
Sadly some short sighted seekers
Again augmented awful leekers,
Buying back their badly botched;
Lauding losers when one notched
Levels below lingering faders…
Think not, wait not, tainted traders!
poem
by
Gregory Huyette
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