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| Jun 4th, 2003 02:30 PM | |
| sadie |
i like a lot of whitman's works, but this poem isn't one of them. yours is indeed much better, renee. 
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| Jun 4th, 2003 02:36 AM | |
| Les Waste |
What a lovely poem. I'm one of the only people I know who doens't like Whitman. I think your poem is better than the original. 
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| Jun 3rd, 2003 10:54 PM | |
| Schimid |
That's right! I didn't come on a message board to READ. 
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| Jun 3rd, 2003 10:16 PM | |
| NIGhtMAre |
thats to long i dont wanna read it! 
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| Jun 3rd, 2003 10:10 PM | |
| executioneer |
UH OH GOOD THING I MOVED ;( J/K -willie |
| Jun 3rd, 2003 09:03 PM | |
| Hobo Renee | LOL I already took a picture of that sign. But thanks for thinking of me. Willie, you better watch out, because the chance of me moving to Olympia in a little of a year are very good. And I know where Lacey is. TUMWATER! |
| Jun 3rd, 2003 02:56 AM | |
| executioneer |
lol i could take pictures of that sign EVERY DAY  -willie |
| Jun 3rd, 2003 02:47 AM | |
| Rev. Danno |
Walt Whitman kicks ass, I love his talk show! That thing he did the other night...Crap, am I confusing Walt Whitman with Conan O'Brian again? Hobo, I thought of you as I rode through northern Califonia a few months back, & a few weeks ago while driving to Seattle, & I saw a big sign that said 'Sleater Kinney Rd. Exit 2 Miles', I would ahve taken a picture of it but my Dig. Cam was dead at the time. |
| Jun 2nd, 2003 10:03 PM | |
| Hobo Renee |
my thread is dying
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| May 31st, 2003 04:57 PM | |
| Hobo Renee | Burbank saying that the poem made his day, made my day too. Awww... |
| May 31st, 2003 10:19 AM | |
| kellychaos |
Whitman 
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| May 30th, 2003 06:01 PM | |
| The Retro Kat | Fuckin Walt Whitman, dude. |
| May 30th, 2003 03:53 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
Like it had anything to do with you.
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| May 30th, 2003 03:51 PM | |
| Cap'n Crunch |
Thanks for the love. 
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| May 30th, 2003 09:22 AM | |
| mburbank | That totally made my day. |
| May 30th, 2003 12:24 AM | |
| Hobo Renee |
Captain Crunch Poem A while back I was talking about some poem that I had to write, and the idea of turning Witman's "O Captain, my Captain" into a poem about Captain Crunch was suggested. Well, many months later, here it is. "Copyright" Hobo Renee O CAPTAIN! my Captain Crunch! our fearful trip is done; The stomach has weather’d hungry time, the prize we sought is won; The box is near, the crunch I hear, the children all exulting, While follow eyes the steady spoon, the vessel grim and daring: O cereal! cereal! cereal! 5 O the food coloring of red, Where in the bowl my Cereal lies, Fallen tasty crunch. 2 O Captain! my Captain Crunch! rise up and hear the hunger; Rise up—for you the carton is emptied—for you the milk is poured; 10 For you commercials and in-store displays—for you the cash is paid; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain Crunch! dear father! This bowl is held out to you; Many dream for, 15 Your fallen tasty crunch. 3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are cartoon and false; My father does not hear my cry, he has corporate interests in mind; The cereal is horded’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful shelf, the victor customer, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O register, and ring, O bells! And I, with expectant palate, Open the box where my Captain lies, Fallen tasty crunch. |
