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a poem by Ernest Hemingway
The sea desires deep hulls—
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb—
Driving, throbbing, progressing.
The sea rolls with love
Undulating its great loving belly.
The sea is big and old—
Throbbing ships scorn it.
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