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Monday, February 11, 2019
Venture Capitalist Pigging Out In The Commodities Abattoir
You’re forever
On the lookout, your snout
Twitching in the animal
Air, ever wary
Of the news the cutting
Edge feeder conveying you
Home on a cold slab of bacon
Will always be there.
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