edgars bed-time story
once upon a midnight dreary
while i pondered weak and weary....
over many an ancient volume of forgotten lore
suddenly there came a tapping
as of someone gently rapping...
tapping on my chamber door
t'is the wind and nothing more
ah....distinctly i remember it was
in the bleak december when each
dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
len
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