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Alas, forthwith morever and ANON, canst therefore, in subsequence, these our truth-bearing stacks being coin or cash nor furthermore of a currency divine. Fall, my love, into my lap, recline thy pretty head, and fluff your hair and shake this treasure from your HAIR, YEs, fairest mine, it is all about the money....  Let Gods despair for lack of attention, while I wrangle alone a couple of extra dollars from the earth spirit, all together we feast, and fester, Please, Count this, my lovely jewels beset thereon, in between the heaps of choice tokens, of gold or silver, spinning and a couple of books of wet bills.  i'll dry them with love on the radiator element, even though burning sun torch my flesh and eyes, I am the power to spending this. all of heaven smile on my shopping, but yes, you will bestow the moneys VERY SOON