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[this is the middle of that big paragraph] over the brown waters
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that night together with dark driftwoods and across the way
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New Orleans glowed orange bright
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with a few dark ships at her hem,
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ghostly, fog-bound Cereno ships with Spanish balconies
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and ornamental poops, 'til you got up close and saw
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they were just old freighters from Sweden and Panama.
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The ferry fires glowed in the night.
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The same Negroes plied the shovel and sang.
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Old Big Slim Hazard had once worked on the Algiers ferry as a deck hand.
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This made me think of Mississippi Gene too
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and as the river poured down from mid America by starlight I knew,