Longshoremen crane and shred old rusted cars,
load heavy freight at harbor docks till nine—
they transport metal scrap to ports afar.
All day ships sail beyond horizon lines.
Misshapen steel returns to port transformed,
old cars made new reflect pristine designs—
longshoremen forge the world and brave harsh storms.
Each day ships sail beyond horizon lines.
So metaphysicians dispel dark dreams,
unload and scrap worn myths too-long maintained—
reform life's cargo from waste, and health redeem.
Reach out and love, sing gratitude's refrain.
Longshoremen look beyond seaports' confines—
Today ships sail beyond horizon lines.
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