Poetry Month
I'm not big on poetry. Actually, most things poetry will always stay a mystery to me, and I'll certainly never write a poem. But there's one (very well known) poem I absolutely adore. I present you with E. A. Poe's
The Raven
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.'
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