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O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10 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. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman ![]() |
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Hello again ,Dahling.
As you know...I was tied up completeing a major vaporization. MainCourse being the victim. But now I wish to appease your appetite for fine poims....in case you have missed this one I have posted from the past. If not.....it's one that can never be read too much: When I am dead, my dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. Christina Georgina Rossetti KISS-KISS |
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so many stupid threads for you to go run and hide in!!! I have time to seek and destroy today!!
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Stopping by Woods to Dump A Body
Whose vaporized head this is I think I know. His body is still in the chamber, though; He will not see it spazzing there Perhaps I should put it outside; in the snow. My little horsey thinks this dead head queer To stop without a body near I decided instead to fling it out onto the frozen lake The rotting process will take a year. He gives his harness bells a shake He thinks the odd head some mistake. It appears to him to be a dweeb Of a simple mind and a total flake. The vaporized head is empty and doesn't sound a peep, But it doesn't know where art its body, It's miles away upon the frozen lake, It's miles away upon the frozen lake. Mortimer Dexter Foxworthy |
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