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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He awoke to the sounds of his alarm Tedious sounds he heard bearing arms Though gunshots blazing through his spine The sounds of his are now yours and mine His dead weighted arm hit the clock The sounds disarmed for now it stopped Back to war with his own prudence Back to spar with the sounds of sense Again the rat tat tat of the alarm Played as though the taps of the army's song The noise of never love to end the charm Of escape from his cave beyond his own wrong The alarm grew louder and more vicious than before It spoke to him as if the Raven were in lore' He could see Mr.Poe writing wills of the torn As the ring of his lover fell from high above Heavens door Rat tat tat, there is goes one more time Rat tat tat, in its constant devil chime Revealing my true wit as I laugh at the mourned For now is the time the Raven is re-born The alarm clock from my bed side table of sleep Lay screaming a poetic ring in a forbidden beep What once was a crow perched high on my door Is now is never time as I sleep through Lenore The black and white images of the lonely mans bird Lay now in a rainbow as the dust wore down the third For dimensions tell the tale of my dreams own lure For dimensions tell the crow to die now in her slur As she speaks to me again in the rat tat tat form What was once perched high in her time now is in scorn As she lays down low next to me in my bed And her name is not Lenore but Mary Jane instead
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