A fable of worth weaves a fair tale, that wealth possesses and not possessed. A quest to feign means forges a trail long jaded by the marks they unveil. Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest. The hope for glory gloats jealousy, the more the merrier, too cliche, counting amounts to a specialty until idle growth reels entropy. Insignificant be, sensed doomsday. While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune. Debt collectors knock at their leisure of court rulings, list your worth's measure. It is beyond the call of margin. Though street level, not truly gutter, err midst a fool lacks austerity. Low-life address as a deal cutter a debt paid in full hangs aflutter. A world minus dreamt prosperity.
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