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01/02/18
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When manipulation is at the root and pigs in fear do fall
With closing stammers or are they hammers, our backs against the wall
Candles burn in contrasting colours, with wicks some short some long
The chartists squint to see a pattern long before the gong
Bunched on the charts from day to day mean lines to stop them falling
Some draw straight in parallels or convergence but their trig it has me bawling
So for me it’s the curves with shallow cups and handles yet to form
If you cover one eye like Pirate Pete, repeating cutlasses surely are the norm
In my younger days I played a game and now I long to see
Its curved stick with tape bound and striped, it will surely bring us glee J
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