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Sifting through the week,

Hidden treasures abound.

Slipping through fingers,

Still lost, not yet found.

Palms turning upward,

Spilling chance by degrees.

Commodities elusive,

Sizable defeats.

Reality dreadful,

Waiting, indeed.

Sifting through false hopes,

A most typical week.

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