CLCI .01/.011 20m os ZEROFloat Shell hyjakk play.. but this iz more of an IPO play cuz therez no legacy bagholdaz 2 cum ova tha top here liek on all tha otha Jakkingz... CLCI ona Moonshot misshun tha nu LOI will be just Liek an IPO,, nn it cudd cum az soon as nexxxxt week afta tha nvsos updatez az predikted nn CLCI iz reinstated... A Gold Mine IPO-ing at $6 nn U kan Buy sharez 2day at a penny? tikka tikaa tikkaaaa nnn then therez this: 'Twas the week after veterans day, when all through the pink sheets Not a stock was stirring, not even shakerzzz tweets; 100 money bags were hung by the CLCI table with care, In hopes that Miro Z soon would be there; The players were all lurking on all the hype threads, While visions of massive cash flows danced in their heads; When out of the CLCI charts there arose such a white candlestikk, I sprang from my trading desk and sayd "thats just sikk". Away to the nvsos website I flew like a flash, and saw there minamar had payd the secretary of state some cash. The clci status was reinstated, and the registered agint changed, and the board to directors had been rearranged; Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a money sleigh, led by a bird gang and some law-yeers, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Miro Zecevic. More steroidal than gazelles his tikkers they pumped, And the clci stock got smoking hot; and 100-fold jumped "To the top of the buzz cloud! to the top of the gainer charts! Now cash away! cash away! cash away all!" So up to the top of the money tree they flew, With the money sleigh, and Miro Zecevic too. And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the money tree that was green The bagging of cash the likes of which I had never seen. As the loi hit the newswires, and clci was now a gold mining company this go-round, Down the tree trunk Miro Z came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his loins, And his clothes were all tarnished from cash and coins; A huge bag of cash from the money tree he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. He spoke not a word, but went straight the CLCI table to do his work, And filled up all the fruntloder money bags; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the money tree he rose; He sprang to his money sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy hundred bagger to all, and to all a good-night." tikka tikaa tikkaaaa KKAAABBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!