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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 26, 2013

For Humor, Context Is Everything

Maybe I just read too much of Doonesbury, but when I saw this in my facebook feed I fell off the chair laughing.

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