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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.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

I'm on (a) Mexican Radio

Well, Denver Radio. Working late and mainlining rock over the internet from Denver. Nice station. Not the cumulus radio playlist crap we have way too much of here in NE Ohio. Have heard songs I haven't heard in decades.

No wonder Janiece is such a cool person if this is the atmosphere she's living in.

But still at work.

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