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The Titanic/a poem
She was beautiful, a sail at sea.
Her maiden voyage enchanting to me.
Swift and silent, she floated on air.
I wasn’t alive when she was there.
I only have pictures of her beauty, and grace.
This grand ship, that can’t be replaced.
What a tragic legacy she left behind,
Glory and horror both combined.
She lost her way that fateful night,
So many lives faded from sight.
Now she rests on the floor of the sea.
The mighty Titanic, her ghost haunts me.