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Untitled by John B. Schunk
I love to roam o’er the swelling foam ‡‡ Of the dark blue ocean’s waves; When the bursting storm in its wildest form ‡‡ With the fierce wind madly raves; When the writhing shark, by his form so dark, ‡‡ Is seen mid the rushing spray, So I like the sleet of the water sheet…