Like a gold coin, never gilded,
I once was a valued asset,
In good currency, well traded;
But now with a down-sliding fate,
I’m but a loose change, rotated,
Rated below the face value,
Close to expiry and dated,
Whose pedigree’s no royal blue.
And what’s more, depreciated at
Value on a-written-down rate,
Yet, is not...
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