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With curiosity naively shown,
To view the place where we lay apart
In town to us heretofore unknown—
And from this happening came discourse
Of strange adventures: we who perforce
Were fixed immovable, here to stay,
Sailed oceans thousands of miles away,
As our bronzed seaman strange tales rehearsed;
And we in his wizardry were immersed,
When all at once, to this listening-tide,
Came fierce disruption: A BABY CRIED!
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