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On Losing Gold My fourteenth-level mage keeps losing gold - I wonder what enchantment hexed his brain To make his spending habits grow too bold To save some coins for getting gear arcane. My party doesn't want a quirky wiz Who carries books and still is just too dumb To put a fallen foe's purse into his Because he thinks it might be cumbersome. At sorcery this guy may be adept, But otherwise the party's short on trust. When counting treasure my guy is inept, For when it comes to booty, he's a bust. You should've heard the half-orc, how he cussed And killed off my magician with one thrust!
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