magicA Poem by rt farrisi'm reflecting a perspective
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your silver dollar and slip it into a banker's manicured hand and watch it grow a little for you but then he'll stare unblinking into a mysterious abyss of calculations on a computer screen not unlike gazing into a crystal ball and turn that silver dollar into a dozen just like it then he'll leave you standing and staring wide-eyed at his backside as he strolls away the new coins nestled nicely in the deep pockets of expensive well-tailored apparel while his conscience is nowhere to be found it had been made to disappear centuries ago © 2011 rt farrisReviews
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