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Quoth The Raven

QUOTH THE RAVEN Quoth the raven sat at the table to a feast to blow one’s eyes Curtains closed to prevent the peering in of other raven spies On been handed a gold platter was told fill your guts I implore O' Nay” says Quoth the raven I only eat my quota, nevermore Indiana Shaw . . . ; ) Apologizes in advance Richard, howl . . . ; )

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