Excellent a trader coming from Europa Wall Street by bournemouth

You are not American You are an european, Not sefarade, but ashkenaze. As your forefathers, To remember the big blaze, You speak Yiddish, And even if you are youngish, You speculate on the financial lathers, At Wall Street and on other stock exchange places, Running to achieve the races Around the clocks. You have a big wallet, Full of adresses on all the blocks Of the city on the jet set, That plays cricket, Holding with both hands a mallet. As of no commune Origin and parentage, You can imagine at your age Touching the summit of the dune. Author Notes The life of a trader young but that hopes to become great in a world where no one can aford to be weak.

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