Shall I compare thee to a full moon night? Thou will be more glorious and more known: Weak hands may shake the holds of men at fright, And sells spread forth when downward slopes are shown.
But you are not perturbed by red or pink, Though sell walls will often make these of green; For chains are as strong as their weakest link, Yet they ask: is your rise perchance a meme?
You reply with gets and positive thought, Collective brotherhood climbing the rise: A soldier made of every man who bought, Sergey leading to the end of year prize.
Coins by other names would not be stinky; Moon or meme, I am ever a Linky.
