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by **Abhiji** » Thu, 08 Feb 2007 07:39:41

by Ross Taylor

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our glorious trip is done;
The ship is intact every rack, the prize we sought is gone;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While following your close run call, to give everything:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of sweat,
Where on the crease my Captain lies,
Standing bold and straight.

by **alve** » Thu, 08 Feb 2007 08:10:24

Quote:

> by Ross Taylor

> O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our glorious trip is done;
> The ship is intact every rack, the prize we sought is gone;
> The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
> While following your close run call, to give everything:
> But O heart! heart! heart!
> O the bleeding drops of sweat,
> Where on the crease my Captain lies,
> Standing bold and straight.

Not broad enough. And you can't beat the classics.

The cabin boy was Kipper
By Christ he was a nipper
He stuffed his arse
with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper.

alvey