Trade

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Sell high, buy low

 

Spread: part of the scheme;

 

Cleverly devised algorithms..

 

Smart money gobbling the weak.

 

Greed makes them bleed.

 

But I wonder what happens,

 

When there's nothing left to trade..

 

With angry hordes to feed

 

When they can't buy it, when their in a squeeze?

 

When all the chaff has been blown away..

 

When what is precious, has its say...

 

          Patience pays.

 

So hold on tight, for when the time comes  -

 

  Those that are holding, will have finally won.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 29th, 2025 07:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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