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JOHN RUNCIE.
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And then he passed. The Bay was bright
With riding lights, but like a smoke
Three high-pooped ships in canvas broke,
And drifted swiftly out of sight.
John Runcie.
And then he passed. The Bay was bright
With riding lights, but like a smoke
Three high-pooped ships in canvas broke,
And drifted swiftly out of sight.
John Runcie.
