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Fallen over the side for whatever reason
In the black of night in the summer season;
And with the mid-watch set awhile ago
Itd be hours before anyone would know...

Well off Cabo where the currents run warm,
That day hed watched Makos gather and swarm.
So, when the mast lights flickered then slipped from view,
It was at that second he really knew.

The question was, would he sink before they came;
Drown or eaten first, was it all the same?
Suddenly his heart raced; he screamed at the sky,
Oh God! as something huge brushed against his thigh...

Joseph I. Middlesworth
10/19

By ishmael

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