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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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