I am sheltered when advised,
The boldest noble in good times
Or the meekest soldier at the round.
I should not be fleeced-
Sleeved in any way.
My edges tell my story;
My face depicts my rate of stay.
I've been known to make a buck
And lighten a loosened purse.
All on my own from an army of me.
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