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The fox spirit enters a city of greed,

Looking for souls desperately in need;

Of the fox's cunning and sneaky view,

Choices of target hosts many not few.

With wild promises from this island jewel,

A possessed soul accepts but nobody's fool.

Doorways opened slyly never before foreseen,

Giving the con a chance to rob from the keen.

Never enough there to feed this new caprice,

Money, gold, land, cars tickle naked avarice.

Fame false glory and fortune aplenty taken,

The unending desire of wealth to awaken.

Too much too soon balance lost as in boxing,

But with luck they will see that life is just foxing.