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Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog
Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog
Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog
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This is the greatest Epic Poem on derivatives ever written since the repeal of the Glass-Steagill Act. Financial critics who have played Croquet with the Hedgehogs have given tacit-ephemeral, imaginary praise to this magnificent romp-verse. Alice says strat-tea-tackfully, every poem must have a pie thrown at it to lend it color and flavor. The Mad Hatter and Archemedes explain The Great Recession with the aid of a flamenco dance and an un-birthday party.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateFeb 19, 2015
ISBN9781312931398
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    Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog - Douglas Gilbert

    Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog

    Alice In Wunderkinderland With a Hedgehog

    By Douglas Gilbert

    Copyright © 2015 Douglas Gilbert

    All rights reserved.

    ISBN 978-1-312-93139-8

    INTRODUCTION TO THE FINANCES OF THE MAD HATTER

    Through a study of these adventures, Alice can reveal to us the monetary madness of the Great Recession and beyond.  This form is the greatest Epic poem on derivatives ever written since the Glass-Steagill Act fell.  Financial critics who have played Croquet with the Hedgehogs in the pages of the Great American Novel have lent tacit-ephemeral, imaginary praise to this magnificent verse.  Alice says strat-tea-tackfully, every poem must have a pie thrown at it to lend it color and flavor, but

    There are rumbles in the world where

    every blade of grass cries, and

    as we run through it,

    it tries to comb the hair of our sorrows

    Comb through these pages, and grow, or glow -- whichever comes first.  But for the benefit of mankind and for the ultimate salvation of narcissists everywhere, I will reveal a secret:  I have received an official communication from the League of Benevolent Galaxies.  I am shocked to learn that in the process of writing this epic, I have been named the Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets.  Secretary-General Chytchalrorix informs me that there is no stipend, but the paper certificate, made from the pulp of their long extinct keypapx tree is engraved thus:

    Poet Laureate of

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