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or ‘2 km Under The Ocean’
nearest the chief officer kept
of no help
to land that beast
numbers of those pearls staying
linked our two I can
light on the horizon defined
my which were woven from
that blackish object
if he should give credence
the sieves pierced
coral and crustaceans with enormous
valves could release into
the pilothouse with the engine
entered with a even gleeful
I, my voice going
down into their fearsome
then it gathered itself and
after renewing its the
departure for France
and finally set course for
Algiers to the beaches
the entire day
we never suffered
underwater so long as he
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