Once upon a midnight dreary, while we pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious comic of forgotten lore—
 While we nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at our chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” we muttered, “tapping at our chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

IT WAS THE CROW, BITCH!

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