**Bonus**

*I carried my gold to the banker’s door,*

*"We’ll swap it for digits, who could ask for more?"*

They smiled and typed on a screen so bright,

My rock turned to zeros — oh, what a sight!

I walked away light, my stone left behind,

But the wind whispered softly, “Who’s fooled in this bind?”

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