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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.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Story Bone

Mis-overheard:

"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"

Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).

2 comments:

Rick said...

I'm totally with you on this, one Steve. I've gotta ask the herbal woman about this one when I go down to the hills this summer. Interesting.

Steve Buchheit said...

Cool, Rick. I wonder if there's a Kool-Aid flavor that's Haint Blue, and if that would do anything?