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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, February 10, 2008

Invasion

Damn Ruskies. This current cold snap brought to you by the Siberian Express. Those damn Russians, sending us their cold and snow. This morning at about 6 the temperature outside was about 30, right now it's about 12.

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