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In the realm where yen and samurai tread,
Upon BOJ's meet, many eyes are spread,
A timely cut, the markets predict,
Stirring tides where speculation's edict.
Beneath Uncle Sam's star-spangled shield,
Lies a Treasury, on T-bills it builds,
A deficit to toil, no matter the victor,
As more and more, we scribble our futures.
Amid the clatter of a relentless trading fleet,
McDonald's trumpet heralds earnings feat,
All eyes to the central banks' decree,
In this arduous week, what fortunes will there be?
=== poem END ===