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I call this an upsidedown rictameter
Cash, goes round, never found. nothing is glee, everything is unsound, not a dollar or a rupee, without a dependable guarantee. Bankers in a muddle, poor nations in a clash! Money is the root of all our evil, cursed unless you disagree, owning it is profound, becoming downed, undersea, with free, Cash.

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