 O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; | |
The ship has opened every crack, the wild card can't be won; | |
The port is near, the bells I hear, the owners are excreting, | |
While what comes next, another loss, the White Sox come a-meeting: | |
But O heart! heart! heart! | |
O the bleeding chalks of line, | |
Where up on deck my Captain kneels, | |
Batting two o nine. | |
Monday, September 2, 2013
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done...
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