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DOWnI. There once was a stock market index whose glass ceiling needed some Windex under autumn skies IBM [you BM, we all BM -- ed.] faltered, Bush-like The Sun rose ten bucks leaving investors chagrinned, ex- bulls skinned, noses contorted downwind II. Ten thousand points of darkness occlude stumpitches built on bulls' shitfalls, Alan Greenspan's Weird Nightmare of un-un employment and decent wages. Some prosperity, Al; no better time to invest social security in tech stocks, W. III. May your stocks plunge so fast that by the time the halt triggers they've hit zero and the Forbes 500 will look like this:
It's techin time
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