The Launch
By the hour I sit.
By the hourI stand.
Awaiting encrouchment.
Awaiting injustice.
To secure the water, land, and air
I secure the dock.
Not for pay or pride,
But for piece-of-mind and insurance.
A high price is paid,
One must always be layed.
To secure and protect.
To help and to hand.
By the hour I sit.
By the hour I stand.
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