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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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Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Hi

Terrible for the poor man but bought to light with your crafted words. Love Lyz. XX
t. reflexion

t. reflexion

16 years 4 months ago

The law is a forest...

and the lawyer a forester- 'A man for all seasons'. Sometime, I wonder if some lawyers have feelings. Thank you for the comments and finding time to read my scribbles. Yes, the poor trader had a bleak christmas. I also wonder what it is like for many left behind to mourn the losses in Haitti if a trader's loss made him so sad. T.