Commerce My Friend
J
James McLain
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Commerce my friend; held without air,
and modern day spoils purdge against.
Such beasts to rime lanced blood begot,
and effort boils from life skined each man.
From salt a cure to hide nooks manifesto,
and at sea the bird is no longer our friend.
Commerce my friend; I know too dredge,
and fear lies deep as sleep...your ocean.
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