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An unsinkable ship took sail with many aboard 

Separated by class, so the rich would not feel ignored 

Across the Atlantic, it sailed away 

Until an iceberg got in the way 

With help hours away, it seemed the unthinkable would happen 

The unsinkable ship would not make it to the next day 

Frantic passengers went wild with fear in their eyes 

Because they sadly knew that they would die 

They number of row boats were not enough 

 The rich got first pick, and did not want to feel stuffed 


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