10 July 2010

Poems to you:

The Raven
EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreaery, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, rapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"T is some visitor," I muttered,
" tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

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