The wheels of commerce turn and spin,
A complex system, a game to win,
Money flows in a ceaseless stream,
A juggernaut, a capitalist dream.
From market stalls to corporate towers,
The economy holds immense powers,
Supply and demand, the engine of trade,
A delicate balance, a fragile cascade.
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Amidst the winds of change and fate,
The economy doth fluctuate,
A force so mighty and so great,
Determining the state of every nation's fate.
It ebbs and flows like ocean's tide,
A reflection of the world outside,
With markets rising and falling like the sun,
An endless cycle that's never done.
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In the realm of commerce and trade,
Lies an ever-shifting economic grade,
Fluctuations in numbers and charts,
Dictate the rise and fall of our hearts.
From the lows of recession and bust,
To the highs of prosperity and trust,
The economy is a game of chance,
Where the stakes are high and the rules enhance.
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In the world of trade and finance,
Where money flows like a river's dance,
The economy holds the reins,
And guides us through prosperity or pains.
With numbers and graphs, it speaks its mind,
And shows us how to be efficient and kind,
To balance the budgets, and reduce the debt,
And ensure that our lives are well set.
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The wheels of commerce turn and spin,
A dance of supply and demand begin,
The pulse of the economy beats on,
A rhythm that can never be gone.
Money flows like a river wild,
Creating fortunes for the deft and skilled,
But for those who lack the means to thrive,
The system seems cruel and unjust in their eyes.
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They rise and fall
With the madness of seasons
They harden and decay
According to the wretchedness of harvests
Wars and stumbling markets harm them
They are like waking and slumbering
Sunrise and sunset
The palpitation of the heart
Rise . . .
Fall . . .
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The wheels of commerce turn and spin,
A dance of supply and demand begin,
The pulse of the economy beats on,
A rhythm that can never be gone.
Money flows like a river wild,
Creating fortunes for the deft and skilled,
But for those who lack the means to thrive,
The system seems cruel and unjust in their eyes.
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The economy, a force of great might
A complex web, woven tight
Of markets, goods, and services, all
In constant flux, rise and fall
It's a living thing, this economy
Breathing, growing, changing constantly
With supply and demand as its heart
It beats and thrives, a work of art
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Amidst the winds of change and fate,
The economy doth fluctuate,
A force so mighty and so great,
Determining the state of every nation's fate.
It ebbs and flows like ocean's tide,
A reflection of the world outside,
With markets rising and falling like the sun,
An endless cycle that's never done.
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The economy is like an ocean vast,
Where ebbs and flows mark each day's contrast,
Money flows like waves upon the shore,
And jobs and industries seek to explore.
Sometimes the tide is high and strong,
And markets flourish all day long,
Investors smile and businesses thrive,
And the people's hopes and dreams come alive.
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