(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
Ingots diminished,
associates, companions retreated.
Gold anon, accrued everyone,
liege and plebs.
After this precedent.
Money found me many friend’s,
while impecunious found my table without assembly.
What a miserable species are humans in greed.
Love love love Rachel Ann Butler
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