O Captain! My Captain!

¤ “Make it so.” The captain said, As light bounced off his shiny head. He crossed his legs and ate French bread, And pulled down on his shirt of red. ¤ A vinter’s son from Eastern France, Enormous nose and stoic stance, His velvet voice sure to entrance, He’ll quote Shakespeare and ballroom dance. ¤ […]

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