Cryptocurrency . . .

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–

–

.

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Cryptocurrency . . .

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–

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.

.

.

Building

easy

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–

money

schemes,

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a

n

d

.

sweet

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money

dreams

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t

o

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that,

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a

n

d

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all,

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a

n

d

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everything . . .

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 ~ well,

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i

t

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seems

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l

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k

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a

bubble

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t

o

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me . . .

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It

seems

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l

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k

e

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a

bubble . . .

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a

n

d

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if

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i

t

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comes

crashing . . .

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a

n

d

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if

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i

t

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comes

thrashing . . .

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h

o

w

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many

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w

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still

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b

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singing

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d

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dancing

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the

streets?

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 ~ singing

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a

n

d

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dancing

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i

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the

streets . . .

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w

h

e

n

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living

a

life . . .

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–

–

.

.

.

eating

crypto

currency

feed,

–

–

beneath

crypto

currency

sheets.

Reflection: This was a fun, but simple reflective-themed poem written during the earlier days of the cryptocurrency craze – crypto crashed shortly after I wrote this but recovered almost three years later. Perhaps I should have modified this poem during the meme stock phase and published it then as well. The rhythm of this poem was inspired by John Lennon’s rhythmic verse in “I am the Walrus.” It started out as: “Cryptocurrency, easy money schemes, well it seems like a bubble to me.”

I actually started buying into cryptocurrency once the recovery began via Coinbase (COIN) – because that was the first time I started having some confidence in the fundamental value of a cryptocurrency-oriented company.