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The Hodlers hunker down and prepare the Good Ship Satoshi for the precious breeze. The winds of fortune are coming to take them to the promised land.
Sitting, Watching my Node, Sitting, Watching my Sats, Watching the numbers Go up, go down, And my thoughts drift to
Vlad the Impaler, resurrected his campaign, With needles, instead of spikes, I sat at home, deep in thought, Some others
The Hodlers hunker down and prepare the Good Ship Satoshi for the precious breeze. The winds of fortune are coming to take them to the promised land.
Sitting, Watching my Node, Sitting, Watching my Sats, Watching the numbers Go up, go down, And my thoughts drift to
Vlad the Impaler, resurrected his campaign, With needles, instead of spikes, I sat at home, deep in thought, Some others
An ignorant man in terms of money, I toiled, I struggled, I failed. I understood nought how evil inflation, Did
If Bitcoin Did Not Exist I’d be a mere shell of a man, If Bitcoin, Did not exist. It gave
Nine Pages Forged Twenty’O’Nine, October, Satoshi struck the match, Nine Pages forged, now yearning, For a future where we detatch,
