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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 23, 2007

Story Bones

(this is one of those "what you wake up with" pieces)

It's the fear he lives with, the horror he expects to find.

2 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS HAPPY MERRY HOLIDAYS CHRISTMAS!!!

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Camille, Happy Merry to my favorite Littlebird!