PATRICIA B-M
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$BTC đ«đđčA little sweet poem
Once upon a time there was a big blond boy, Ăric, the president's son.
This morning, he proudly and handsomely said: "I bought three hundred sixty-three bitcoins, oh!"
Thirty-four million, snap, in the basket like picking candies from a shop but those candies are digital gold and they shine brighter than everything else.
Then Bitcoin gave a little smile, it climbed a bit, just to please us.
And we, we hug each other, all together because even the Trumps understood that we resemble them.
End of the tale? No, it's just the beginning: We keep our keys, we keep our absolute dreams and we dance in pajamas until a hundred thousand and more ...
Dream big, vibrate strong, and above all⊠keep your keys! đ„°đčâš
Have a nice end of the day,
Kindly âšïž,
#PATRICIABM đčđđ«
Once upon a time there was a big blond boy, Ăric, the president's son.
This morning, he proudly and handsomely said: "I bought three hundred sixty-three bitcoins, oh!"
Thirty-four million, snap, in the basket like picking candies from a shop but those candies are digital gold and they shine brighter than everything else.
Then Bitcoin gave a little smile, it climbed a bit, just to please us.
And we, we hug each other, all together because even the Trumps understood that we resemble them.
End of the tale? No, it's just the beginning: We keep our keys, we keep our absolute dreams and we dance in pajamas until a hundred thousand and more ...
Dream big, vibrate strong, and above all⊠keep your keys! đ„°đčâš
Have a nice end of the day,
Kindly âšïž,
#PATRICIABM đčđđ«
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