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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, August 3, 2009

Story Bone

Misoverheard quotes:

"Waiting for the room to rise."

conversely

"Waiting for the womb to rise."

I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.

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