he seems to love the frog
that raven is always there
rain, sun, wind, sleet, hail, fog
especially fog; he seems to love fog
I stared in the direction of the crypt
it is not always the same raven I said
How do you know?
they have been watching over Poe’s crypt
since his death, and that was a long time ago.
It couldn’t be the same raven
right?
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