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kentuck Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jan-25-07 10:48 AM
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Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!
Edited on Thu Jan-25-07 10:50 AM by kentuck
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

.........more
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Mayberry Machiavelli Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jan-25-07 10:49 AM
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1. You heard the poem while on Ecstasy at some disco? (just kidding, check spelling)
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kentuck Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jan-25-07 10:51 AM
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2. Thanks..
My eyes are getting worse with each passing comet...er..year.. :)
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