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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Hey Look

All around good guy and commenter tangentalist Nathan has got himself a blog. Cool.

2 comments:

Nathan said...

Oooooh! I got pimped. Yeeha!

Steve Buchheit said...

I'm sure I'm not the only one.