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White Horse Stampede


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.

Marine Lake High Tide, June, 20.jpg
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