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The was once a wealthy
Merchant, who stood watch
on the main pier every time
he sent a ship out to trade.
On one ship was a captain he promised to wed
When she came back, but the ship was
Lost at sea….
The merchant, his businesses failed and
reamaing ships sold off to pay debts, would not leave his watch.

To ease his heart,
He wrote and recited poetry,
Maintaining his watch,
In the hope his ship would come in….

 

 

 

I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents, “Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.

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