It looks like luck; but it's not.
Call it grace; why not?
Deep ocean, full of tantalized bouquet, prepared for thou; is it not?
Fishes in the ocean, all make sway, to escape the teeth of the shark; but thou standeth still; but it's not.
Call it luck, why not?
Myriad water, waters little fish, to sail afloat, no more within shark reach, is it not?
We all know the storm cometh in the winter; but it's not.
Ever heard of a beautiful summer storm? why not?
Now they say the storm shaketh everything, but not the shark though, is it not?
Oh! Thy creator has been so magnanimously mysterious, not even a storm can shake thou;
doffing my hat for the creator, I say hail thee great shark!
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