Sometimes money isn't enough,
the wheat rejects the chaff
Wealth attained by winnowing gain,
the scarecrow only laughs
Sometimes money isn't enough,
the numbers rise and fall
Interest accrues¬ as attrition renews
—the richest count forestalled
(Valley Forge: November,2020)
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