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It is not gone, just being hidden. Someone remembered the lowly taxpayer part of capitalization and started a corner lot cyclone fenced pick-up game. The citizen changed employers and the Fed dreamed of dominoes and tiddly winks. The actually and horribly omniscient bard touched the corner of one die and nearly fainted. Where is a good soothsayer when the winds fall and the ferryboat flounders?
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Kitty corner is the bettering position from which to observe the two ring circus action. Mind not the smoke, someone merely set the enormous tent on fire again. Enter clowns, it might become a fire sale or, most likely a slapstick routine. The stocks are full of misdemeanors, the bonds are tighter than last time and the whip is in the hands of Wall Street insiders. Tangled would be an improvemnt.
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When the walls crumble, chaos will start around the corner. Billions will transfigure like iceskaters who missed the medals. Time said stop buying, sell offs smiled, outlays dwindled. Just put it over there anywhere. Freeze bank investments, slow death happens when speculators own the national purse. Freeze one half of the uber's dollar markets and the traffic jams melt away. A world economy, fueled by Eagles, is a terrible thing to recycle. Then again, corners have always been the best arena in which to wrist-flick the dice.
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