White Horse Stampede

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Torrents of the wind-blown sea
Crashing 'gainst the wall
That holds the lake as swimmers take
Their early morning crawl
White horses in the Channel
A gale-force mad stampede
Hurtling to the shoreline
That nothing can impede
Along the rim the violent force
Sends rollercoaster flumes
As soon the boundary walkway
The rising tide consumes.

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