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TICKER TAPE, by            
First Line: I sit and watch the figures glide along
Last Line: What message brings your ticker tape to me?
Subject(s): Stock Exchange


I sit and watch the figures glide along --
The Ticker Tape is printing on my brain
The numbers. Now they change into a song,
Repeated over and over and over again.
A stock is going up, then downward dives.
Once in a while, a millionaire is made;
More often, broken hearts and shattered lives
Are aftermath of this -- the game they played.
"Money, the root of evil," how we long
To pile it up and revel in its play!
Is it a curse or blessing? Right or wrong,
The Ticker Tape continues on its way.
Life! In the ceaseless grind of Things to Be,
What message brings your Ticker Tape to me?





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