Mina De Oro

Old idiots you know, can't tell where they are sometimes: they fail to keep track of what is serious:

(when it advances to the stock market, I don't enumerate my chickens even after they hatch:

trend in the night can sweep the incages away: excessive liquidity sloshes in great swells

around the planet, gullywashing a certain quantity of guys and washing some others up onto the shores of

splendor: great knolls of money generated from standard of value money free of any derivation from

commodity, can just project frail craft into a tizzy of bobbing: on the contrary of course, if you

catch a swell right and ride in with the combers you can be deposited upon the material shore

safely): (but you know, them factors and flimflam artists, them slick journalists and

fee inquirers they start up a wind, like a tuftoon of love of money (yo money) and the

liquidity break your dam down and wash all yo coin out in the street: you have to watch

them fasttalkers, they know what the weather's like, and they changes it the way they want it:

put a little coin in something conservative, maybe a link fund or a little bit of a stock

fund: by what mode about a municipal: if you going to branch on the outside get a little GE, a touch of AT&T,

and a pair of pharmaceuticals: look out for them highflying IPO's and you better hold fast yo

mouth shut cause some gonna find out you got a dollar left:) my father said individual time

this old man not to be found his sow, she ran not on and he saw her tracks where she trott by dint of this

old ditch: for a like reason he hid out behind more [i]or[/i] less bushes one evening and about dark he heard something coming

and when it got shut up he jumped out of the bushes right onto the elderly sow's back,-but it

turn without it was a bear, and the bear took not on just lit out, don't you know: that's

what he said anyhow

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