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| From: | Walt |
| Subject: | [Gene-discuss] Gourmet Coffee and 2 Santa Mugs |
| Date: | Tue, 09 Dec 2003 15:38:34 -0500 |
By Walt Whitman:
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!
The ship has weathered every wrack, 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!
Leave you not the little spot
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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