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Jan 18, 2010
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TRADING PLACES
TRADING PLACES A trader needed some money badlyTo buy goods to sell during ChristmasSo he went to his friend and a brotherWhose work was within the court houseHe got some money, the sales was quickBut fire smoked out his painful gains Poor trader couldn’t pay back the loanAnd did not know how to face his friendHe stayed away because he was troubledHis lawyer friend later caught up with himHe pleaded with him to buy some timeAngry, his friend threatened to go to court I helped with your selling plans, he saidSo you must also help me do the sameThe court, you know is my market placeWhere I vend my kind of articles and waresYou are now a commodity, good for salesAnd very viable for my business and trade
— t. reflexion, Jan 18, 2010
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lyz
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t. reflexion
16 years 4 months ago
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