“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….”
From The Rave, Edgar Allan Poe, 1845
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This is priceless, especially the look on the cat’s face.
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I know, I love this picture 🙂
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…and I love the poem too.
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Very drole!
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