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Mine Sweeperslocked

  • Rudyard Kipling


Dawn off the Foreland—the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep— Black in the hollows and bright where it’s breaking— Awkward water to sweep. ‘Mines reported in the fairway, ‘Warn all traffic and detain. ‘ ’Sent up , and...

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