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Apr 2016
At  Revere's trading post where the most
you could hope for was a
fair crack of the whip
they'd strip you bare before
you knew where you were.

These traders ain't nice and a
crack of the whip or
fair shake of the dice
is not on the menu,

they want what
you've got,
trading or not
they'll
take the lot
and leave you
potless.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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