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Purplelynk on Nostr: Gas at 341, up from days of yore, War's shadow dark'neth the merchant's store. Bread, ...

Gas at 341, up from days of yore,
War's shadow dark'neth the merchant's store.
Bread, milk, and warmth now steal from thy purse,
Common folk in woe, their burdens adverse.