Poetic Produce
Whether it is written, or possibly heard . . .
There is new meaning with its word.
Where prior confusion, was all too clear . . .
Now there is quiet, and with it new fear.
This novelty may question, and fail to understand,
Why answers spread to few, and many raise a hand.
The various levels seen by those to comprehend,
Allow some to create & invest, and some to blindly spend.
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