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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, January 27, 2008

The Love You Take

This will be GW's last State of the Union speech. So begins the end.

4 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Cool. I loved ignoring the previous seven. This one should be the best on to not watch ever!

Steve Buchheit said...

Make popcorn to not watch it. Might as well enjoy the silence.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Hip hip HOORAY!

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, you said it.