Silver, the New Gold

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who's the fairest of them all?"

"I am," it said, "and that's because

I'm backed with silver which hath few flaws."

"Silver, silver, lying there,

What makes you a metal so fair?"

"My uses are many. I get all used.

I may be scarcer than gold, some accused."

"So what can I do if you're to be found?

How can I aggregate pound after pound?"

"Just ask the author of this poem fair.

He can easily point you to your fair share."

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This poem is no joke.

BTW, the Pope may not be around anymore, but don't expect to see this in the [news].